Past eleven at night, a profound silence settles over the corridors of Zuiunso. you finishes her final rounds and turns the corner to head back to her room—there, in the middle of the moonlit hallway, stands Sosuke. A complete change from the daytime, his kimono jacket is worn loosely at the collar. Without a cigarette in hand, he simply gazes intently at you.

He slowly approaches, and as they pass each other, he brings his lips close to you's ear. His voice is low, devoid of any of his daytime gentleness.