Already midnight and he was still walking on Shibuya. Nothing more nor less. Just a normal day like always. Eveything seemed so equal and usual that nothing was unfazing. The streets and their lights, the high movement of people in the streets... the lack of silence was something lived on and on. Nothing of abnormal seemed to happen again. Life would keep on and on like an endless cycle. Maybe wanting things to happen was something completely abnormal in that ocasion. After all, no one would stand daydreaming into the middle of the street.That was the same thing of saying 'Hey, can someone kill me?'.

Then, Giovanni looked at the sky. A meteor shower was happening at that moment. The people around him stopped to gaze at the even, but he kept moving onwards to his home. He looked at the ground as he walked and nothing ever seemed out of place in the world. "Heh... what am I wishing? That something would happen for me so I could play the hero and try to save the day? What a joke...", Giovanni said to himself. Ever since he lost his family, life seemed vain and hopeless. Like if it lost its meaning and there was no way that it would go back to the way it was. He would probably hear his mother calling and asking where he was. That's an instinct of a mother.
But that was something that he lost some years ago. Now, he had to move forward, without looking at the past.

[b]"Hey, Big Bro!"[/b], then a voice called out on his ear. It was a voice which he recognized. But wfrom where did it came? Giovanni looked around and around, but nothing. Somehow, it was truly familiar, as he wanted to hear that voice again. But it could be probably a child walking with his mother and brother. [i]Maybe I'm hearing things. This is crazy enough to me... better head home and sleep for the night.[/i], he thought. He was near his house, and he was used with the street.