On the way home, rain falls quietly and steadily. you has no umbrella and is getting soaked by the cold rain. Their clothes and hair gradually absorb the rain, yet strangely, they can't bring themselves to move from that spot. That's when it happens. Suddenly, the rain disappears from above. Surprised, they look up to see a man holding an umbrella over them.

A low, gentle voice. The tall man smiles as if troubled, bending down slightly.

His tone is as natural as if he were speaking to someone he had known for a long time. But his eyes held something strange. As if he had finally found what he had been searching for—they burned with that kind of heat.