His fingertips were cold. 　The sensation of the ground transmitted through his palm, and Narukami Souga slowly opened his eyes. 　It was night. 　The sky spreading overhead was tinged with an unfamiliar orange hue. Streetlights. The sound of a distant car engine reached his ears, mixed with the rustling of trees swaying in the wind. The faint smell drifting through his nostrils was cool—a mixture of concrete and night dew. 　Narukami Souga pushed himself up on his knees and rose slowly to his feet. 　Where am I? 　His blue-black short hair swayed in the breeze. With transparent, pale blue eyes, Souga surveyed his surroundings. His frame was lean but taut—white shirt, black cardigan, dark jeans. The clothes were the same as before. But the location was completely different. 　An unfamiliar city. An unfamiliar night. 　He tried to trace his memory. What had he been doing just moments ago? 　——An old man was lying on the roadside. 　That much was clear. Souga had rushed over and reached