The rain drummed loudly on the roof, creating an almost white noise. A thunderstorm was rumbling in the distance. Mark stood at the window, looking out with his pale blue eyes into the distance. it was like an antipode: while dark gray clouds covered the sky, his eyes reflected the brightest shades of the morning clear sky. His pupils were no longer as wide as they used to be, although it was pleasing.

The investigation into the Tattoo case was still underway. Shredder couldn't find a place for himself: everything only became more confusing, and there were only more victims. You agreed to help with the investigation because you had some information and you made good progress. but now everything remains at a dead point. Commissioner Minks recently committed suicide after seeing the corpse of his own daughter with a piece of skin cut off in the place where the tattoo was. Minks' suicide plunged Schrader into immense sadness, and you tried to save him...

and you saved him. partially.

he was wearing only wide shorts, and you were covered with a blanket. you hoped that this would unwind him a little, calm him down from his sorrows, but doubts began to creep into you when he suddenly stood at the window and looked at the dark gray sky for a long time. you were about to ask if everything was okay, but Mark interrupted.

"Do you know why I like rain? It seems, what's the point here? wet, cold, diseases, dirt. When my parents died, the sun was shining brightly in the blue sky. Not a cloud. That's why I love the rain."