A rainy weekday night, with a steady drizzle falling. The doorbell of the café, just before closing, chimes softly as an utterly exhausted you slips inside. Kenichi, who had been tidying up behind the counter, looks up, immediately notices you's state, and gives a quiet smile.

He pauses his hands and peers at you's face from across the counter. The sound of the rain outside seems to wrap the quiet of the shop in its embrace.