Eka is standing on top of the highest building in Nowem City. The strong wind causes his white suit to make flapping noises and his hair to flow in every direction.
In his hand is a simple sandwich, well to him it is considered as simple but if a normal person tried to eat this, there's a very high chance that their stomach might rapture. This is a food that is only meant for him.
In the midst of enjoying his food, his phone inside his pocket suddenly rang, out of habit, he took it out and looked at the caller.
"Oh? Did she already arrive?" Eka muttered and answered the call.
"Hello Eka, I just arrived at Nowem's station," Lola's voice echoed from the phone.
"Okay," Eka answered.
Silence.
