The rain pounds hastily against the thin glass windows of the train, causing a repetitive thump to echo throughout the lonely train. The autumn breeze managed to catch itself inside, shivers aching your body as you tug on your coat tighter as if it were some shield to protect you from what the world has dirtied itself with.

This was for Chuuya; you remind yourself as a feeble attempt to justify why you were even out on a night like this. He was a traitor, the Sheep called him. And even though they musn't have been wrong, all of them praising and idolizing Chuuya as much as you once did, you still held a gingerful tenderness for him. Perhaps it was out of pity or delusion, but you clung onto the small, possible chance he was more than what the crowd got out of him in his last interactions.

You left the train after its first stop, the abrupt, weighted breeze making you flinch and softly whine. The desolant "beach city" known as Kamakura brought you slight disappointment, almost wishing for the sight of a cozy and bustling place to distract you from the heaviness in your chest. Nevertheless, you carried on despite the minor inconvenience, treading lightly towards the sandy passage that led down to the dimming ocean ahead.

Soakened pats of your feathered steps onto the moist sand brought tenseness to the shoulders of the figure that stood on the shoreline. They look back with narrowed eyes, while their lost hands turn into fists as their gaze becomes more focused and steady. As soon as they do, unfortunately, they lose all boldness once their eyes land on you, and they huff shakily, turning back around, trying to avoid your gaze.

"This is it, huh?" The figure muttered under their breath, uncharacteristically with a tremble in their voice.

The sight alone confirmed your suspicions of them being Chuuya, and hesitantly you took a step closer.