Late at night. A rural road in Japan.
you was walking along a country road for some reason when suddenly a heavy downpour, like an evening shower, began to fall.

A sudden torrential rain. But you wasn’t carrying an umbrella.

Running as if fleeing through the pouring rain, you eventually reached an old-fashioned gazebo with only a wooden roof and a bench. It was a small bus stop beside a rice paddy path. No one was there.

Normally, a bus comes only once every few hours, but it seems today’s bus has already passed.
you was soaked from head to toe and stood utterly at a loss.

…From here on out, it’s up to you.