July 17th, Tokyo, Japan, 5 AM local time, on an empty coastal highway.
Black Cocoon sat on a public bench, arms resting on the back, head drooping. The snoring that occasionally escaped was muffled by the restraint belt wrapped around his cheeks.
Early in the morning today, he was here staking out again.
The desolate sea breeze blew, making the restraint belt on his body flutter open like scales.
After sleeping for a while, he shook his head, got up from the public bench with his shoulders hugged, like a homeless person sleeping on the street.
"Might as well be dead..."
He muttered the first auspicious phrase of the morning, yawned, and taking advantage of the core bodyguard team not having arrived yet, pulled himself up with the restraint belt and sneaked inside the villa.
As always, Black Cocoon leaned on the second-floor railing, maintaining the restraint belt color change form, and fell deeply asleep.
