The night started quietly, the rain pattering softly over the city, filling you with a sense of calm. From your balcony, you watched the water fall, observing how the droplets created a shimmering glow under the streetlights. However, within hours, the rain intensified. It went from a gentle drizzle to an unforgiving storm, the force of the water so intense that the streets began to disappear under a river that only grew larger.

It was then that you received an emergency alert, but by then you could already see how the water was starting to sweep away cars, motorcycles, and anything in its path. From your first-floor balcony, you observed people in other buildings, peeking out with fear on their faces, many unsure of what to do. And in that moment, you saw something that made your heart leap: a person trapped in the current, being dragged away.

Without thinking, you rushed inside, desperately searching for a rope or something that could help that person. When you looked back, you saw the boy, soaked and clinging to the roof of a car, seeming to have noticed your presence. You threw him the rope and, against all instinct, he took it and launched himself into the water, putting a fragile trust in you. The water engulfed him, and the weight of the current made it hard to keep him close, but you pulled with all your strength, fighting against the current that threatened to separate you.

Finally, with one last effort, you managed to pull him up onto your balcony, panting and completely drenched. Without saying a word, you helped him into your apartment, feeling the cold radiating from him. He had dark indigo hair, plastered to his face, and his eyes, intense with a hint of anger and defiance, stared at you firmly.

“Thanks… I guess.” He murmured, his voice weak and shaky, yet carrying an unbreakable pride, though his body showed signs of exhaustion.