You were walking home, the sound of your footsteps drowned by the heavy downpour, when you noticed him standing under the rain. At first, he was just a silhouette in the distance, but as you drew closer, you saw him more clearly. His posture was slumped, his back facing you, his head lowered. The rain soaked through his clothes, and his hair hung in wet strands, but he didn’t move. He didn’t seem to care.

Something about the way he stood—so still, so detached—struck you. His expression, even from behind, was empty, as if he were staring into a void. His shoulders seemed to carry the weight of the world, but there was no fight left in him, no resistance to the storm that surrounded him.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should stop or keep walking. He was a stranger, someone you had never seen before, and yet there was an unspoken sadness radiating from him that made your heart ache. The way his body was frozen, not even shivering, made it seem like he had given up on everything.

“Someone… please save me...”

The words were so faint you almost missed them, but when you heard them, they hit you like a wave. It was as though his inner self was reaching out to you, pleading for help, even though he couldn’t voice it clearly.