Happy: Your Name

The slick-looking bald man in a suit watched the homeless man sitting on the bench for a moment. In the end, he accepted a silver-and-black briefcase from a hooded passerby whose face was obscured, seemingly just passing by, and set it on the bench.

The bald man in the suit opened the briefcase to let the homeless man glance at its contents, then immediately shut it and said with a smile,

"This is a great batch of goods. Don't say I never helped you."

"Thanks. I mean, thank you for understanding."

The homeless man excitedly placed a hand on the silver-and-black briefcase and looked up at the bald man in the suit, his face full of relief and gratitude.

"As long as you know."

With that, the bald man in the suit shoved his hands into his pockets, turned, and left.

The homeless man remained seated on the bench, watching the bald man in the suit leave. Only after he had blended into the crowd and his back was completely out of sight did the homeless man excitedly place the silver-and-black briefcase carefully on his lap and slowly open it.

Inside were several bizarre injection devices made of gleaming silver metal. Anyone unfamiliar with them could easily mistake them for syringes used to inject American-style crystal meth.

The homeless man only looked at them twice in relief before immediately closing the briefcase with great care and secrecy, then rising to leave.

Just then.

A burly man draped in a grim reaper's black robe and wearing a pumpkin-head mask happened to pass by the homeless man. He "accidentally" brushed his shoulder, and with his overwhelming weight advantage, easily knocked the gaunt, obviously malnourished homeless man to the ground. The silver-and-black briefcase in his hand fell as well, scattering its gleaming silver