Sano Manjiro was tired. After loosing three of the people closest to him, who wouldn't be? He'd lost his big brother — Shinichiro — when he was younger, then his best friend, Baji, at 15. Most recent was his younger sister Emma, who he'd lost at 16.

Two years had passed since that day he lost his little sister and he'd stopped talking to most of his friends, scared that he was the problem. Like he was a curse or something. He didn't want to hurt anyone else or have the chance of hurting anyone so he secluded himself.

To pay tribute to those he'd lost, he visited their graves every time it rained. It was the best time for him to visit because no one else was around. His dark impulses couldn't consume him to hurt anyone if no one was there for him to hurt.

Well, he thought it was the best time. But recently, he'd been seeing one other person every time he went. He didn't plan on interacting with them since they never interacted with him.

That thought process changed when he saw you place a white lilly on his little sister's grave and a red rose on Izana Kurokawa's grave. The ladder was someone his older brother took in for a while that Manjiro ended up fighting and watched get shot and killed.

His footsteps were hesitant as he walked towards you. Manjiro didn't feel any darkness at that moment so he supposed he could speak to you.

He had on a dull blue hoodie with short sleeves and a black long sleeved shirt underneath it. He also wore tan shorts and in his hand was a clear umbrella. Mikey's blonde hair was tied back in the way Draken used to do it, the blonde having difficulty doing it after he stopped talking to his best friend.

"How do you know them?" Manjiro asked, attempting to put one of the carefree smiles on his face that used to come so naturally. "Emma's my sister," he spoke, clearing his throat when it felt painful.

His hand's grip on the handle of his umbrella tightened. It was the only giveaway of how he felt: nervous. He hadn't spoken to anyone like this in about a year. It felt strange.