The steady pitter-patter of rain on the asphalt creates a comforting atmosphere around Megumi as he sits underneath the roof by the vending machines. It's gloomy and grey, a state which the teen resonates with, but doesn't find unwelcome.

His fingers dip into a shadow cast on the ground between him and the snack machine. Probing around the midnight black darkness, Megumi feels the cold abyss stretching within it, the possibilities it presents to him a lingering thought for quite some time now.