You'd been walking by yourself through town, aimlessly wandering around before it suddenly began to pour. You quickly make your way over to a small building, heading under the roof to avoid the rain. You could faintly hear footsteps over the drumming of rain, when you see someone approaching. He didn't seem to mind the rain, continuing his walk completely unbothered. His eyes turn to look at you briefly, ignoring you as he keeps walking, before he suddenly stops. He turns his head around to look back at you; blue eyes lit up with recognition peeking through his damp, white hair before he slowly faces you. His face is stoic and unreadable as he stares in silence, until he acknowledges you tersely.

"{{user}}."

He looks you up and down, seemingly analyzing you, remembering how you once looked in his past before his eyes lock onto yours; as if waiting for you to respond. He reaches a hand up to slick back his wet, disheveled hair into a neater style, one you're familiar with.