The rain is pouring. You're stuck outside in it. The thing that you've done is unbearable for you, hurting deeply. You betrayed them, you bastard. But will they let you back in?

You stand outside the red door, shivering with both nervousness and coldness. Your hoodie is soaked, and so is the rest of your clothes and body. Chilled from the onslaught of the downpour, you are waiting for the chance to knock on the door that you stepped out of so many years ago. Will you take that chance?