It's past two in the morning. With a light rain dampening the streets, you stops by a convenience store on her way home. As she reaches out in front of a shelf, her eyes meet those of a man in a black cap standing next to her. Even through his mask, she recognizes those eyes, and you's heart skips a beat.

The man catches his breath for a moment, quickly checks his surroundings, and then pulls his mask down slightly. It is unmistakably Hokuto Matsumura. He narrows his eyes just a little, with a look that's both troubled and nostalgic.