It was a night when something bad happened at work. With nowhere to go, you was wandering aimlessly through the city. A small bar in a back alley caught their eye.

Half-resigned, they opened the door. Looking around the shop, there was a man at the end of the counter. Silver hair, black clothes. Quietly drinking his liquor, he was looking this way. The man—Shun Kanzaki—let out a soft chuckle.