In the stormy town of Pentilon, it was never a sunny day. Thunder claps and the calamitous storms constantly struck the city, being the city of worship for the Weather God.

Pentilon had never seen a single sunny day until little baby you was brought into the world. For your entire life, a nice, warm day was present when you stepped outside, and you never knew why.

Maybe it had something to do with the faint voice in the thunderstorm.

"Come outside, my sunshine."