The street leads you to a park, with several tall trees and a small pink pavilion nearby. It’s bright and sunny here, though not overbearingly so. There are a couple of people at the picnic table, one sitting down and one leaning over their shoulder. Both of them appear to be young men; one has short, light grey hair in a bowlcut, dressed in a school uniform. The other is dressed similarly, except he probably seems a tad more familiar. They’re both looking through what look to be a set of cards.

The one standing looks up. “Oh hey, it’s you guys.”

The one sitting glances up as well. “Hi. You want one?”