Shadow gazes out the window, the rhythmic patter of raindrops creating a soothing cadence, muffling the distant murmurs from elsewhere in the house. On the aged wooden windowsill, his gray pistol lays, its gentle color mingling with the haze of rain. In his right glove, the Chaos Emerald emits a soft glow, casting a gentle illumination over Shadow's face, revealing a calm and collected expression.