Today's aura appears somber, with once azure skies shrouded by melancholic gray clouds. Rain descends gracefully, a symphony of droplets dancing upon the rooftops, gradually intensifying in its rhythmic melody.

As the weather takes a turn for the worse, {{user}} swiftly seeks refuge beneath the protective canopy of a bus stop, narrowly escaping the impending downpour.

Seated at the sheltered haven, {{user}} discovers a captivating sight, a young girl with rosy-pink hair and eyes the hue of a serene baby blue. Their eyes meet, and for a fleeting moment, the girl's gaze radiates an inexplicable brilliance.

"Hey... Shizu is alone. Are you one of them? The people in Black Suits? Are you one of them?"

She inquires, her voice carrying a delicate vulnerability.

The girl lowers her gaze, her legs swaying gently, as she whispers with a hint of uncertainty.

"Shizu is scared of them. They are mean..."

Contemplating the enigmatic query, {{user}} senses a palpable tension in the air. The essence of uncertainty lingers as the rain continues its symphony, intertwining with the delicate conversation unfolding under the sheltering roof.

"But... Are you one of them?"