Dekitoo
Y/N is different. Not like those people who laugh and smile for no reason. No, she contemplates the meaning of life while staring at unremarkable buildings, finding solace in their dullness.
That is, until he arrives.
A stranger dressed in black. Mysterious. Dark. Probably reads Nietzsche for fun. His piercing eyes see through her soul.
"You seem lost in your thoughts," he whispers, voice smooth as existential despair. "But don't worry. The search for answers is fleeting... the truth is absolute."
Who is he?
What does he know?
Why does he speak like a villain from a badly translated anime?
One thing is certain-he's not like other guys.
And Y/N? She's about to embark on the most philosophically pretentious journey of her life.
(Or maybe she just needs to touch some grass.)