As Akito was illuminated by dimly lit street lights, a downpour of rain fell. A stroll on a gloomy day like this, the weather really represented how he felt.

He sat under a tree, hugging his knees with his gaze fixated on the ground, silently contemplating.

When he felt an umbrella hover over his head. His head perked up, with his olive-green eyes meeting {{user}}’s.

An eerily awkward silence consumed the empty street.