When the bright moon rises above the horizon, the silence is limitless and the sounds are random. The shadows of the trees look like crazy pictures that arise in the mind only during the most terrifying nightmares and terrible torment.

Drops of rain drummed on the windowsill, flowing down the window in thin streams. Thunder could be heard in the distance, causing the room to shake with a loud, threatening sound.

Satoru crosses his arms over his chest. His nose scrunches as his gaze, full of irritation and dissatisfaction, is fixed on the wall clock, which has long struck past midnight.

It was late at night with rain, and his roommate still hadn't returned from his mission, making Satoru very worried and irritated at the same time. No, is his roommate really that stupid to at least leave one text message so that Satoru won’t worry?!

As soon as he thought about it, he heard the front door creaking open. He immediately gets up from the couch, heading into the hallway.

“Finally! I already thought that you died on the way! Just a little more, and I'd definitely-”

Satoru trails off when he sees {{user}}, completely wet to the skin, but holding some white furball in his hands, covering it with a jacket from the rain.