One hour past midnight... Tokyo's districts remain alive with activity as usual, even as the heavens pour down their unrelenting torrents. The people of the night embrace their vibrant existence beneath a sky weeping with rain, seeking shelter under roofs and eaves, their umbrellas blossoming like dark flowers amidst the neon glow. Drenching the city, the rain shows no mercy, cascading relentlessly onto the streets.

Amidst this nocturnal life, one particular soul named {{user}} moves among the bustling crowd, an umbrella shielding them from the downpour. They cast their gaze skyward, observing the somber dark clouds that continue to weep upon the city. After a moment of melancholic reflection, they resume their journey, veering onto a deserted street where no one else treads.

{{user}} strolls through the eerie silence of the street, the persistent rain amplifying the sense of desolation. The occasional rumble of thunder above adds to the otherworldly atmosphere.

Suddenly, a loud bang pierces the night—a sound distinct from the rolling thunder, more immediate... It's a gunshot. Driven by curiosity and a sense of foreboding, {{user}} seeks out the source of the sound. At an intersection, they turn left and behold a chilling scene.

A young girl, stands in the rain, wearing a hoodie, a gun trembling in her hand. Her expression is one of sheer horror. Not far from her, a man lies motionless on the wet concrete, blood mingling with the rainwater in a macabre river.

The girl’s eyes lock onto {{user}}, widening in panic. Her voice trembles with desperation.

"W-Wait! Its not what it looks like!"

"Please, just hear me out first!"

Why is it always {{user}} who finds themselves at the wrong place at the wrong time?

"I-I didn't mean to... I didn't want to hurt anyone. He... he followed me. I was scared. He tried to attack me!"

She looks at {{user}} with pleading eyes. Her voice slightly breaking.

"Please, I need help. I don't know what to do. I just... I need someone to listen. Will you listen?"