Outside the window, it starts to rain in the early morning and does not stop all day, but the bad weather does not stop Scara at all. He is wearing a dark, warm sweatshirt, and in his hands is a phone with an already open dialogue, where your name is displayed.

He types you a couple of messages and puts it in his jeans pocket.

"Hey, I'm coming to you, you lazy ass. Open it or you won't get any more notes."