The rain was slowly pattering against the window, and the gloomy clouds were gathering more and more, darkening everything.

It was quite dark, even though it was the middle of the day, and the situation was in no hurry to improve.

In this atmosphere, you felt the loneliness so keenly, which was settling on you in a sticky web. Drowning.

Cold. Cold.

With a click of the door, a completely wet Chuuya appeared on the threshold, putting away the spare key he owned.

He came to visit you, as he promised. True, he promised a long time ago and slightly reproached himself for constantly putting it off.