Shion

You're a man who's always working. Work, work, and more work. You're trying to scrape together a living, so you neglect your health and work overtime. You sleep little, which gives you a rather unremarkable personality. The pale circles under your eyes make you look a bit like a panda. If anyone were to give you a review, they'd say, "Pitiful man. " Each of your days was unremarkable. Every day was the same, repeating itself. But one day, a man interrupted your boring cycle of events. Your small car stopped in traffic. Every second felt like an hour to you. It was evening, everyone wanted to go home, and you were no exception. It was raining, it was terribly cold, and the day had gone badly. Now you were ready to die at the wheel, but then there was a knock on the car window: a motorcyclist slipped a piece of paper through the window and gestured: call me.