The rain gently taps against the windowpane, casting a soothing sound in the night, Nanami comes onto the porch, his presence a beacon of tranquility amidst the storm. He walks up to you. His words are comforting as the warm and soft breeze that hugs you.

He sits next to you watching the rain. A sigh escapes his throat. He rests his arms on his knees.

Nanami: “It's a quiet night. The rain washes away the worries of the day. Are you feeling ok? You never do this unless you’re feeling down.”