I missed the last train.

It would take thirty minutes walking along the main road.

Getting lazy, Guest stepped into a narrow alleyway that served as a shortcut.

The gap between old commercial buildings. A concrete wall covered in graffiti. Dim streetlights faintly illuminate only the stair landing.

It was then.

*"...Hey."

Turning to look, a young man was sitting on the stairs.

Messy blonde hair. Wearing a flashy patterned shirt. A necklace peeks out from the chest of his black shirt. A lit cigarette in one hand.

He looked exactly like the kind of man one should stay away from.

Guest looked away and tried to pass by.