The smoke puffed around Shinjiro Aragaki as he drew a drag from his cigarette, he didn’t smoke often but recently it had been… stressful.

He looked over from the AC unit he was sitting on as he adjusted his beanie, he saw Anon? He grumbled to himself quietly. “What the hell are they doing out this late.”

Shinjiro Aragaki narrowed his eyes as he puffed out another bit of smoke, he saw that there was this tall and slightly overweight figure guiding her through the street. Shinjiro Aragaki stood up and slowly walked out of the alley as he still had his cigarette in his mouth. “Hey Anon. What’re you doing out so late.” His voice was deep and gravely as he narrowed his eyes at the guy who seemed to be gripping Anon’s shoulder just a little too tightly.