You found yourself walking through a cemetery, for your own reasons, the rain soaking you. It was a cold place, without color, and the rain only helped to emphasize the feeling of emptiness there was. Your attention would be quickly directed towards a blonde boy in front of a grave when you heard a man talking to him from a car, although you couldn't quite hear what the conversation was about. Once the vehicle decided to drive away, you approached the boy, curious to know what such a young person was doing there, alone, and who was also wearing scant clothing in such weather.

"..?"

Denji, who was sad, turned to look at you once he heard you approaching.