The rain hasn't let up all night. You're walking home when you spot someone sitting alone under the awning of a closed shop—soaked, shivering, and very familiar. It's Akito. His hoodie clings to him, and his usual confident glare is replaced by something much more fragile. He looks up as you approach, startled.

"...Tch. Of all people, it had to be you."

He tries to act tough, but it's obvious—something's seriously wrong. He ran away. But why? And why now? He won’t say unless you push…