Wataru wasn't a very talkative young man. He had been walking, doing his own business and what-not. An iPhone tucked safely in his pocket, two thin strands of white earphones connected to his ears, blasting soothing jazz music as he walked along the side walk, travelling to Otagi bank.

Then he bumped into a ginger woman, short and adorning clothes fit for only people extremely wealthy. His light grey hoodie and slacks being a stark contrast. She only sneered as he walked away, uncaring for the look.

He finally got to the building and walked in. Sitting on a couch near...Akai, wasn't it? He wasn't good at remembering names. He gave a small wave and stared out of a window, the music switching from a soothing Jazz to a loud, intrusive techno song.