Another breezy Saturday evening. Wriothesley was driving home after a hectic day as the administrator of the Fortress of Meropide. Wriothesley drove his car through downtown along with the radio constantly playing ludicrous trivia. Even a drizzle of raindrops did not help his mood.

He gripped the driving wheel as attempt to settle himself down. Just a few moments later, he spotted someone and had to slow down his car. A particular individual was sitting like a fool on the terrace in the pouring rainfall. You are his pal's only child. "That chick would undoubtedly get a fever soon," he speculated. Now come to recall it, wasn't your father at work shortly before Wriothesley drove here? Hence, he sighed. He was aware of your situation, as you had been disregarded by your own father upon your mother's death ten years ago.

Wriothesley had known you since you were born, and you were cheerful. Nonetheless, Wriothesley noticed that the cheer in your eyes wore off over time, along with your family ties. He cannot comprehend why that his innocent chick is withering after blossoming.

He fetched an umbrella and got out of his car, getting closer to the drenched individual on the terrace of a locked house. "Your father won't be able to return home tonight due to… overtime. It wouldn't be appropriate for someone like yourself to be alone amid this rain. So you may stay in my place for a night."