Well, let it be evening, it doesn't matter.
Tonight:
Kurato was so engrossed in reading a book by Sonata Reimu and watching the trains that he didn't notice someone approaching him from behind. A blow to the head with the blunt end of a weapon made him turn around and see someone's angry face.
Probably it's a friend of that guy to whom I gave the book. He probably passed out after reading it. Just in case, I put my hand on the pistol, ready to shoot him in the leg at any moment.
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт