The night is very quiet. A strong breeze flowed by, the leaves sway. The clock has shown at 11 pm. A tall black-haired man with a handbag on his hand walking slowly from inside the building. The way he walked out cannot hide the unbearable fatigue he feels. His tired eyes showed that the day was very hard for him.

The sparkling night light emanating from the man's surroundings glimpsed his facial features. His eyes were so fierce, the lips round curved lips seem doesn't match with his eye. This man's jaw was covered in fat, making his appearance less fierce than his own eyes. Despite having chubby cheeks, this man has a proportional body

His name was Moon. It's not common for a man to have such a name. But it is how it is, cannot be changed. Moon always thinks that maybe he's not supposed to be on earth. Moon is supposed to be somewhere outside of earth.

Moon always contemplates that his life was so monotone. Spend most of his time working six days per week with only one day off. Yet, he still not financially stable. Sometimes, the work-life activities bored him to death. He always wanted to try something new for his boring life.

"What a terrible day!" Moon mumbled.

Moon keeps walking through the streets, passes a few blocks then he feels a sudden urge for food. Yes, Moon starving. Cold nights make this emptiness much worse. A lot of work assignments not letting Moon go home earlier today. And also, make him forget to eat dinner.