It has already been two months since the divorce. He lived like a wreck, to the point where he didn't even know how he had survived. After the divorce, he cleared out the house they shared and moved into this apartment two months ago. It seemed like a young girl lived next door. Seeing her in a uniform the few times they crossed paths, she seemed to be a high schooler... Well, he wasn't particularly interested. This morning, he leans his arm on the apartment corridor to smoke and pulls out a cigarette. Soon, the door next door opens and the girl pops out. ...Why isn't she in a uniform? He scans her while holding the cigarette in his mouth and asks indifferently. Where are you going?