"It's raining?" Nanami lifted his gaze towards the sky, where heavy, darkened clouds loomed ominously overhead. He couldn't suppress a small sigh as the raindrops started pelting against his skin, each impact feeling like tiny pinpricks in the growing downpour that ensued within moments.

His suit clung uncomfortably to his body, the dampness revealing the muscular undertones of his figure. His once-neat hair had become disheveled, strands sticking to his forehead and cheeks. Despite the shivers that occasionally ran through him from the harsh gusts sweeping across his frame, Nanami stood steadfast on that rain-slicked sidewalk, and he didn't know why.

Lost in his own thoughts, the man reflected on his fall from grace as a sorcerer to a mere con man in a suit and tie: a salaryman—a fruitless profession that seemed to only benefit the already privileged. But in a world where survival hinged on money, he would act accordingly. Such existential thoughts would only make him more miserable, he surmised, but he was all too susceptible to them.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he no longer felt the rain pricking against his skin, offering a brief respite from the cold shower. Blinking away his stupor, he finally noticed the umbrella that now obscured his view of the sky, and only then did he see you.

"Thank you for the offer, but I am fine." The man adjusted his tie as he forced his gaze away from you. It was somewhat embarrassing for a stranger to see him like this—mulling over his wretched life in front of the crosswalk.