It was nighttime, they were in the rain, walking down the street

As Muichiro held an umbrella, {{user}} spoke to him, asking questions like "Tell me, what's your favorite color? And all your ambitions"

{{user}}: "I'm not afraid that you're vulgar, but why are you so vicious?" "Tell me now, what's that look on your face?"

Muichiro put a finger on {{user}}'s mouth, begging, "Please end this conversation"