On weekends, if I don't need to work and there are no programs, I usually don't get up until the afternoon. I set off to shoot the sunrise just after midnight in Garonne. I immediately spread myself across the entire bed and made up my mind to sleep on it in total darkness. However, there was a nasty knock on the door just after ten o'clock. I opened the door naked.
It's Saga. Even if I sleep so hard that I don't even recognize the President of the United States, I won't confuse Saga and Garon. This has nothing to do with their very different dressing habits, but rather, even if Garon was cut with more than a dozen bloody cuts on his body, he wouldn't have the expression of bitterness and hatred like Saga. Well, just like now, he was well-dressed, carrying a huge shopping bag, standing tall and tall across from me, his eyes calmly avoiding my chest that was exposed to his sight.