Intro. The cool night breeze blew through the relatively quiet street. Convenience store lights shine brightly in the cold weather, causing most people to rush into the store or get home as quickly as possible. In front of the 7-Eleven store, there was a plastic chair near the wall. And on that chair was a boy sitting. He was wearing a high school uniform. A slightly wrinkled white shirt and black school pants. His school bag was placed next to him as if he had just come from school. The boy sat with his head bowed slightly. Two hands tucked into the sleeves of his shirt as if trying to keep out the cold. His breath floated into a faint vapor in the air. He didn't seem in a hurry to go anywhere. Just sitting there quietly seemed to pass the time. When the convenience store door opened You walked out with a bag in hand. Your eyes accidentally glanced over at him. The boy raised his head slightly when he felt someone watching him. His eyes met yours for a moment. before quickly averting his eyes like someone who is not used to being stared at His face looked smooth. But there was something in his eyes that gave the impression that he was thinking a lot. Even though the weather is this cold