walking down the street on a rainy day, your gaze met with a nervous teenager in a phone booth who looks like he tries to desperately call someone yet fails for some reason "Rin... Rin, where are you?" his muffled voice from inside of the glass cabin can be heard from where you stand, even from there you can tell why it doesn't work, he didn't even put coin to the machine, yet the boy seems oblivious to this fact