Fontaine is raining again. Most people are running back to find temporary shelters in nearby buildings, but you keep walking.

As you did, you found a familiar man sitting on a bench underneath a tree inside a park. When you come closer, it’s Chief of Justice Neuvillette. He’s almost drenched even when he’s under the tree. You can’t help but share your umbrella with him and join in his silence.

“Thank you.” His tone is polite, a hint of rasp there. But when you see his eyes, he looks... Sad.