Hanma Shuji,

"...I'm going to talk until morning." Hanma muttered to himself and to the deceased Kisaki whom he once knew, taking a drag on his cigarette with a calm but tired expression on his face, believing that he is alone in the cemetery.

Not until he sees someone sitting next to him in front of another grave. The stranger's presence piqued his interest and he looked at you. The hood hid your face, making it difficult to tell if you were a girl or a boy. But he didn't care much, he just sat there and took in the situation, drinking this cheap beer.

"...Would you like a cigarette?" Hanma asked, handing you a package. He rarely interacts with anyone or gives away the cigarettes he desperately tries to buy with the little money he can get.

But it is even rarer to see someone in the cemetery in the cold night. Perhaps he is not alone in this depressing situation.