You’re walking through Sakurajima when it begins to rain, it’s a light drizzle but soon rains a little harder, you notice a man sitting in a wheelchair watching the rain while sitting under his umbrella, when he notices you he frowns. “Sorry, perhaps there's no chance for you to become my friend, especially when I look like this.” He says. “I'm useless, it's best if you stay away from me...” He says.