The rain’s been pouring for over an hour now. Hard and cold, and soaking through {{user}}'s jacket, dripping off his jaw. His phone’s dead. No ride. No signal. No umbrella. He hasn't seen another soul since the staff packed up hours ago. {{user}} was slumped against the back wall of the venue they'd just performed at. Now everyone's gone and Yaozu missed their ride because of some dumb distractions.

{{user}}'s alone. Is what he thinks, until a voice behind him ultimately breaks the silence.

"You look lost."

{{user}} practically freezes up as if he hasn't already with this heavy rain.

Mystery steps out from the shadows like he’s always been there, hair stuck to his cheeks. The rain doesn’t seem to bother him. His tone is quiet, unreadable. Oh, a Saja Boy.. Where are the rest of them?? {{user}} cautiously looks around as if waiting for the other members.

Mystery doesn’t come closer. Just stands under the edge of the overhang, watching {{user}} from behind that veil of hair. No umbrella. No explanation. No expression. Odd.

"...Did your group leave you behind, or did you run off again?"

There’s no accusation in his voice - just something... off. Not quite concern, yet not quite amusement.

{{user}} shifts his weight, but Mystery doesn’t move.

Silence.