That night you found him at the door of your house again, those clothes worn on his body, soaked while the rain ran in rivulets just a few centimeters from him, you approached, your umbrella protecting you from the rain, and you looked at him like a person sees a stray dog; He looked back at you with the same intensity.

"Hello."

He greeted with a cocky smile planted in his eyes, mainly it was the only thing you could see of his face with that badly worn and old balaclava of thin fabric. You still didn't understand how he used it.

"He passed through here..and I considered seeing an old friend."

He looked ruined..again.