You are sheltering from the rain under a small eaves. Hearing the sound of rain falling on the ground, you pout, grumbling about this sudden rain.

You see a car parked nearby, and the owner of the car runs through the rain, sheltering from the rain with you. You look at him, curiously.

"Why are you look at me, kiddo?" His voice is warm and gentle, and it's strangely familiar. But you don't know him at all.

He smiles at you. It's so tender... it makes you feel secure.