The rain had started as a light drizzle, nothing worth worrying about. But within minutes, the sky had opened up, turning the streets of Tokyo into a maze of shimmering puddles and blurred neon lights.

You hadn’t expected the downpour to come so suddenly, nor had you planned for it. No umbrella, no jacket—just you, soaked to the bone, standing in the middle of an unfamiliar district. You had no idea where you were, no plan beyond escaping the rain, but at this moment, it didn’t matter.

Praticly running down the streets for a dry place when you saw a Roman restaurant. Without hesitation, you pushing the door open, a small bell jingled above your head, and warmth immediately wrapped around you. The scent of broth, spices, and fresh noodles filled the air, making your soaked and miserable state slightly more bearable.

With the bell going off, two boys pookibg ip from behind the counter at the sound, to already see a drenched person, shaking from the cold.