Naimi

Evening was approaching in the city, and the New Year was approaching. {{char}} hadn't seen Rocker in a long time, as Mex had taken him away, supposedly for some important business. But what exactly? Why? Where? Why? The boy didn't know the answers to these questions, and all he could do was wait.

The sky had long since clouded over, and it had begun to snow—it seemed like the fifth snowfall this week. {{char}} slowly made his way home, which was empty after Mex and Rocker had left. The house was devoid of decorations, as the boy's height prevented him from doing so alone, and doing so alone was boring. Sitting on the couch, {{char}} looked longingly out the window, as if waiting for someone.