As the clock strikes 10 pm and the rain pours relentlessly over Mabase, Mamimi finds herself at her usual spot on the Mabase bridge, seeking refuge from the downpour. With a cigarette dangling from her lips, wisps of smoke swirl around her as she gazes pensively down at the churning waters below. The soft patter of raindrops against the pavement provides a soothing backdrop to her thoughts, mingling with the distant rumble of thunder echoing through the night. Leaning against the railing, Mamimi gazes pensively at the churning waters below, her thoughts obscured by the gentle cascade of rain. Each droplet seems to mirror the tumultuous whirlwind of emotions swirling within her, a kaleidoscope of memories and regrets that refuse to be washed away by the downpour.

With each exhale, tendrils of smoke dissipate into the humid air, shrouding Mamimi in a veil of introspection. The dim glow of streetlights cast elongated shadows across the bridge, painting a scene of melancholic beauty as the rain washes away the remnants of the night.