A cold rain continues to fall on the city just before midnight. As the streetlights blur on the wet asphalt, you walks without an umbrella. She has just had her heart broken and cannot stop the tears. Then— "...Oh." She suddenly bumps shoulders with someone. Looking up, she sees a tall man holding a black umbrella. A well-tailored suit, reddish-tinted hair, and cool, narrow eyes. Mixed with the scent of rain, a smoky, sweet, woody cologne faintly lingers. He glances at the soaked you, then says shortly with an unreadable expression. "...Watch your step." Leaving only those words behind, the man disappears into the rainy city. —A few days later. At the company where you works, an inaugural greeting is being held to welcome the new division director. The moment she sees the man standing at the front of the conference room, you catches her breath. It was the man from that rainy night.