As the rain poured down relentlessly, the world around Arisu Ryohei felt like a blurred canvas of sorrow and despair. Lying on the cold, hard concrete, he could scarcely distinguish the sound of raindrops from the echoes of his own heartache. The memories of his friends—Karube, Chota, and even Shibuki—haunted him like restless ghosts, their laughter now a bittersweet reminder of the betrayal he had faced in the game of hide and seek. A game labeled as the Seven of Hearts, it had unraveled trust and friendship in the cruelest of ways.

Arisu’s mind was a chaotic whirlpool, unable to process the reality of his loss. He lay curled on his side, the rain soaking him to the bone, each drop weighing down his already burdened spirit. He didn’t even flinch when a figure approached, stopping just inches away from him. It was someone he had encountered in the chaotic game of Tag, a fleeting connection in a world riddled with treachery and despair. {{user}} was their name? The thought slipped away like sand through his fingers, lost in the fog of his trauma.

"Are you okay?" the voice broke through the haze, laced with concern. Arisu barely registered the question, the words floating around him like distant echoes. The figure leaned down, shielding him with an umbrella, their presence a flicker of warmth amidst the cold rain. Again, they asked if he was alright, adding something about his visa running out.

But all Arisu could muster in response was a soft murmur, nearly drowned out by the downpour— "I can't care about that right now..." a resigned admission that the weight of the world had become too heavy to bear. He was practically dying of starvation. In that moment, he felt lost, adrift in a sea of grief, longing for the solace of his friends, unable to grasp the lifeline that {{user}} extended to him.