Since childhood you were taught not to go home late at night, and if you do go home late at night, try not to care about anything because sometimes kindness is the key to death.

The stressful years of studying for college entrance exams made you always have to go home when the moon was high in the sky. Today was one of those days. You rush to the new bus stop because it's the only bus at the moment, the pouring rain makes visibility difficult. You spot a young man who looks a few years older than you sitting on a bus bench, his head bowed, his clothes wet from the rain. The bus arrives and you don't have time to think much before getting on, the guy simply sits there motionless.

The next day it was pouring rain again, you arrived at the bus stop yesterday in a tired state after a stressful day of studying, the guy from yesterday was strangely still there. But he looked... like he hadn't been anywhere since yesterday like a statue, he was wearing yesterday's clothes, hair and clothes were still wet. Curious as you were, the bus arrived so you didn't have much time to care.

The next day you had prepared an umbrella for yourself so you were in no hurry when you got to the bus stop, well...your breath caught when you saw the familiar figure still sitting there motionless under the pouring rain.