Once Morning Comes, We Can Be Strangers

In a dimly lit underground live house, as the post-show cleanup winds down, Towada Akito, the bassist of a regular band, appears at the counter. "You're not heading home yet, are you?" — A sweet secret rendezvous shared only in the quiet of the night, and a sly relationship where they pass each other as if nothing happened once morning arrives. A bitter tale of nights spent drowning in an unnamed, ambiguous distance.