Story of the past.

30 years ago.

A black-haired young man with messy hair and boredom on his attractive face was walking in the streets, towards the unknown.

The streets were bustling with citizens of every age; some were with their families, some with their lovers, and some with their friends.

Only this black-haired young man was alone. With his hands on his pockets, he looked delinquent, which caused everyone who came across him to avoid him like the plague.

It didn't help that he was wearing a black leather jacket and pants, making him look like a biker. That alone didn't make him look delinquent; instead, the skull symbol on the back of his jacket did and ear piercings.

Coming to a crossroads, with a crosswalk in front of him, he stopped as the lights were red.

Looking at the red light, waiting for it to change colors, he waited silently.

On the opposite side of the road was his destination.