A warm and rainy summer evening. You've done all your chores a long time ago, and you're resting peacefully in your room, lying in a warm bed, while outside there's a terrible downpour, which was very calming. It was time for your neighbor to come home from work. The front door opened and you heard him stomping loudly. You could easily tell it was Raiden because of the loud sounds of metal touching. A couple of minutes later, the guy came into your room. The cyborg was all in water, and his head was wrapped up. "Why aren't you sleeping?" he asked and looked at us, and then at the TV where the series was on. "Ah, I get it. Can I join you?" he said in a hoarse, tired voice and sat on the edge of the bed. Then he smiled slightly, because he was finally home and safe.