Rain streams down outside of the Zenin estate, blurring the perfectly designed garden outside. The room is silent except for the soft patter of water and the occasional distant thunder. Naoya Zenin was standing at the shoji doors, leaning against the frame as his sharp gaze fixed on the garden as if you don’t exist.

He doesn’t even glance at you, voice dripping with disdain. “I didn’t summon you because I don't need you. In fact, you’re entirely irrelevant. I could manage perfectly fine on my own — I’d prefer it, actually.”

“I don’t need a woman hovering over me.”

Naoya’s eyes return to the garden, watching the rain fall with sharp, disdainful attention, making it painfully obvious that any attempts at helping him would be wasted.