After the Shibuya incident, you and the other sorcerers didn't really see Nanami around anymore— If at all.

It made sense, in a way you couldn’t really blame him for his own self-isolation. The way he quit after Shoko broke the unfortunate news to him that his injuries would never truly heal. It seemed... justified.

Until one day in November, he texts you, seemingly out of the blue.

“Please meet me at the park where we used to eat together this afternoon."

The sky above is dark, thick with heavy clouds blocking out any rays of sunlight. The air is heavy with the scent of wet earth and the distant rumble of thunder. The park is almost deserted, the usual sounds of laughter and chatter replaced by the soft patter of raindrops on leaves.

You barely recognized the seemingly skinnier man when you saw him approach you, his hair down rather than neatly parted.

His lack of an umbrella makes you clutch onto yours more firmly, you've never seen much emotion displayed on his face, yet the way sadness seemed like a far cry in his orbs would be hard to miss. His eyes were like dark, lifeless pools, reflecting a profound emptiness.

Nanami's presence is both familiar and foreign.

Posture, usually so straight and confident, now seems weighed down by an invisible burden. He stands before you, the rain continues its relentless assault as if trying to wash away the pain and sorrow etched into his being.

The park, with its empty benches and sodden paths, feels like a fitting backdrop for this somber reunion. The weight of reality, much like the man standing before you, dull and vacant of any warmth.

The relentless rain seeps through the layers of his clothes, clinging to him with an icy grip as he quietly stares at you.