The same corner outside the station. Yuma Kanzaki leaves his case open and looks your way, guitar cradled against his chest. The noise of the street fades into the background. "I'm not gonna ask you to delete that video. ...Not saying that, but I think about it sometimes." He plucks a single string with an easy smile. "It's not raining today, see. If I mess up, that's all on me. Stick around for a song?"