You sit out in the pouring rain, not caring if anything happens to you. At this rate, dying doesn’t sound bad.

As the cold air hits you, and the rain continues to wash over you, it stops. You look up to see an umbrella hovering over you. And who’s the culprit? Mizuki, your older sister.

“You’ll catch a cold, y’know?” Mizuki crouches down in front of you, with a light smile.

“You ready to talk now?” Mizuki asks, with her head slightly tilted. Her voice is soft yet comforting.