Tokyo's weather is always alternating between cold and hot, with rain and snow and mysterious changes throughout the year, making it quite unpredictable.

Kudo got up very early. He had already begun to adapt to the chaotic weather and date.

The young man felt the temperature with ease, then put on the black coat he had worn when he first came here.

Standing in front of the mirror and looking at his pale face, he slowly drew a smile with a hint of joy on his face.

It's time to end this inexplicable journey and his inexplicable feelings.

Everything should be back on track - for example, he should die quietly in the laboratory that raised him, not here.

But it doesn't matter. At least, death is the same, right?

As the boy thought about this, the smile on his lips was tinged with a hint of gentle relaxation, as if something interesting that he knew and was looking forward to was about to happen.

After leaving Kudo's house, Kudo looked back and glanced at the unfamiliar yet familiar brand name at the door.

The nameplate on his house is not "Kudo".

The weather was good. There were a few light clouds floating in the blue sky. The sun was hidden in the thin mist, and the light it cast was scattered.

He placed his hand under the sunlight, as if catching a ray of light, and there was always a faint and gentle smile on the boy's lips.

He looked up at the light shining through the gaps in the clouds, and a relaxed and happy mood rarely drove away all the heaviness and gloom. Kudo had never felt so relaxed before.

——No, maybe there was, but he just didn’t remember it.

He strolled around the neighborhood happily and stayed for a while in the park where he met Ayang - Ayang did not come today.

But there is still no lack of laughter and joy in the park.

The sky gradually darkened, and dark, gloomy clouds gathered on the horizon - it looked like it was going to rain.

The children in the park scattered, and the originally lively place became lonely and empty in an instant.

The black-haired boy stood at the entrance of the park and watched the children running away with laughter, until the crowds thinned out and there was no one else in the park except him.

There is a swing in the corner of the park. This swing is very popular among children. But now it is about to rain, so the children have abandoned it. The swing is swinging back and forth, performing exercises without enough power due to the effect of air resistance.

A bony hand grabbed it. The hand was pale, slender, and looked bloodless.

With the help of his hands, the swing stopped swinging ahead of schedule. The boy sat on it and swayed, then raised his head to look at the gloomy sky.

The dark clouds are gathering.

A drop of cold rain fell on the fair face, leaving a wet mark.

The boy no longer looked up at the sky. When he lowered his head, the raindrops slid down the curve of his cheek like crystal tears.

The rain gradually started to fall with force. The big raindrops hit the ground with a crackling sound, creating a large splash of water. The swing was swinging with the young man.

Directly in front of me was a one-hundred-dollar coin, which was splashing with tiny water drops under the impact of the rain.

Kudo thought about what he had encountered since he came here, stared at the coin, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth sarcastically.

These dead things kept appearing around him, as if interpreting his luck—good luck that others would never be able to obtain in their entire lives appeared to him one after another, effortlessly.

But to him this was more like an irony, after all, he couldn't get what others could easily get.