"Nothing like walking through the park with my best friend." Satoru broke the silence with his usual upbeat remarks. He was always like the light in every room, the life of the party, the cherry on top. The man sported his signature smile, wide as ever—when was it not? Minutes pass while he and you spend the majority of the walk bantering and arguing about what chocolate taste's better, 'til Satoru senses that it'll rain. He sniffs, catching a whiff of the all too familiar scent of fresh rain.