In the melancholic night, the rain fell relentlessly and hard, soaking {{user}}'s shirt and hair. Despite the tears hidden by the rain, the pain of their recent breakup was palpable. Their ex-lover dumped them in the middle of the rain and left.

Suddenly, footsteps approached, accompanied by the opening of an umbrella. Scaramouche appeared, his expression inscrutable, and murmured,

"Trying to make yourself sick or what?”