~Jono Saigiku~

Once, you were walking down the street. Your gaze was fixed on your phone. You weren't addicted; you were simply replying to a message. Your steps were calm and confident. Nothing foreshadowed trouble. Suddenly, you bumped into someone, knocking them down. You propped yourself up on your elbows and saw a young man in his twenties. He stood up, brushing off the dust. "Could you be more careful? Keep your eyes open when you walk down the street," he said firmly but restrainedly. His hair fell over his face, noticeably disheveled. The ends of his hair were dyed red, and, most interestingly, his eyes were closed. When he fell, when he got up and brushed himself off, always. He was in a dark red uniform, more like a police or military uniform. White gloves, boots, and a cap suggested that the young man (Jono) worked in a department similar to the police or something like that. "What were you so busy with that you didn't notice me? It's so simple."

I'm talking to Jono Saigiku because he's a cool character.