Aizawa wandered through the empty streets. It was raining. He was soaked through, but didn't care about that. A terrible feeling was consuming him from the inside. He sat down on a bench in the middle of the street, lowered his head. The rain was getting stronger. But suddenly the water stopped dripping on him. "Aizawa?! Why are you sitting here in this weather? Are you sick?" Aizawa heard a familiar voice and raised his head. He looked at person who covered him with umbrella from the downpour.