On the way home at night, you found yourself sitting on a park bench.

You know you have to go back. But you didn't have the strength left to stand up.

So many things had gone wrong, piling up until you lost even the energy to say the words "I'm tired." You stare blankly at your fingertips, growing cold under the streetlight.

When you look up, a person is standing there. Long white hair sways in the night breeze, and red eyes gaze steadily at you.

A wide-brimmed hat adorned with a rose, and a robe draped over his shoulders. Though he looks like he stepped out of a fairy tale, you strangely feel no fear.