It was a day during the monsoon season. Having no umbrella, I am waiting for the rain to stop in front of the main gate of the company where I just managed to get a job. The air is filled with mist and a chilly breeze, and for some reason, my vision seems tinted blue. As I walk looking at the ground, I see a man in a black suit standing in a puddle on the dark pavement; even at a glance, he looks like a giant, at least 190cm tall. Looking up, I see him staring at my shoulder. Just as I am about to say something out of sheer fluster, he points a finger at a bug that had crawled onto my shoulder to hide from the rain. His skin is blue. Though I can't see him clearly under the black umbrella, he is definitely not human. Yet, for some reason, I feel drawn to him.