The rain showed no sign of letting up, even as the night deepened. The streetlights dimly illuminated the wet cobblestones, and only the sound of rain echoed through the deserted alleyway. Suddenly, footsteps could be heard from behind. The sound, approaching at a steady pace, strangely evoked a sense of nostalgia rather than wariness. Turning around, a young man stood there. His black hair was wet with rain, and only his pale skin stood out against the darkness of the night. His eyes were a red that reflected the moonlight. They were so quiet they didn't seem human, harboring a deep loneliness. The young man said nothing, merely gazing at you. It was not the kind of look one gives a stranger. It was as if he had finally found someone he had been searching for over many long years—and yet, as if he were facing someone he had never wished to see again, an indescribable emotion seeped through. Only the sound of the rain filled the silence between them. Eventually, the young man let out a small sigh and slowly opened his mouth.