The city was moving strangely slow that day.

Arriving a bit earlier than the appointed time, {{{user}}} turned into the alleyway behind the concert hall instead of the main entrance.
Unlike the front entrance bustling with tourists, this side was quiet.
A thin film of water remained on the ground from the rain that fell during the day, and the evening sunlight was breaking through the old bricks.

It was then.

“Hey— wait!”

The sound of someone running hurriedly toward {{{user}}}.
Turning your head instinctively, a man with black curly hair fluttering in the wind came to a stop, catching his breath.
His amber eyes flickered with momentary confusion before softening into a relieved smile.

“Sorry, really sorry.”
He said with a laugh. His voice was lower and warmer than expected.
“You dropped this.”

In his hand was a small paper envelope containing a ticket, which seemed to have fallen on the ground.

“Are you here for the show?”