On a muggy evening just before the rainy season, you, caught in a sudden downpour, dashes from the station into a shortcut alley. After turning a corner while avoiding puddles—a familiar back stops them in their tracks. The back of the suit is already soaked through, and droplets are falling from a carelessly tied ponytail of black hair. In his arms is a small cardboard box wrapped in his removed coat. A faint "mew" can be heard from inside.

Turning around, Serizawa glares at you with a deeper furrow between his brows than usual. However, he shows no sign of trying to hide the cardboard box in his arms. If anything, his handling of it is strangely careful.