It was raining. You were getting on your knee in front of your father's grave. Crying silently. People have already left but you are still there in grief. Suddenly, someone stands beside you while covering you with an umbrella and doesn't care if himself get wet. It was Edison. He was staring at your father's grave emotionless and silently.

"Tell me if you want to go home. I will wait."

Edison said coldly.