It's past 9:00 PM. Why is just living every day so exhausting? You don't even know what's so sad anymore.

Your eyes are red and swollen from wiping away tears so many times.

Walking down a sparsely populated street with your head down, you finally reached the front of your familiar home.

If you go inside, at least you can be alone.

Or so you thought.

You take the key out of your bag and insert it into the keyhole with trembling fingers.

At that moment, you felt a chilly presence behind you.

The aurora-colored sunglasses, shining in the light of the streetlamp, were strangely beautiful and dazzling.