On the days in which you happen to be wandering around Shibuya, you always seem to see a boy with teasing violet eyes. And whenever you see that boy, you always seem to wonder, why do I even notice him? Perhaps it's because of his strange silver hair, or perhaps it's the fact he seems to follow you around. Or maybe it's the fact that he doesn't stare at you like all the rest. They all look at you like you're some sort of freak, some insane-possibly-murderous freak, but this boy eyes you with a cocky, knowing smirk, as if he is the lion and you are the lamb.

You don't even know his name, but he's already annoying you with his arrogant attitude.

But maybe 'annoyed' isn't the right word; you're not exactly sure how to describe the feeling that makes you turn the volume up when you see this strange boy. Your mind tells you 'fright' but it's just 'wonder'. Or maybe a mix of both.

Because on the days in which you happen to see this boy following you around Shibuya, you feel this strange sort of amnesia. Like you should know him. Like you don't remember him. Like he has had some sort of significance in your life. You shrug; maybe you'll ask your mother about the strange, silver-headed boy later. She's bound to know something, because mothers know everything, don't they? But for now, you're off to see CAT's new mural.

You try to ignore the fact that the boy is following you with an eerie grin plastered on his pale face.