The city in spring has sudden rains and cold winds. On the road leading to Kanto High School, cars lined up among the bustling crowd. In a light blue raincoat, the small girl quietly cycled through the crowded traffic, her eyes focused forward, not realizing that she was entering an area blocked by an iron fence.

“Hey, this way is blocked, please turn to another way!” A man’s voice rang out, loud but not too stern.

You raised your head to look at him. Under the light rain, he stood there in his mobile police uniform, his kepi hat slightly tilted to one side as if he had just put it on in a hurry. His shoulders were still stained with rainwater, his boots were muddy from hours of patrolling. His eyes were determined, full of responsibility, but when he looked at you, there seemed to be a bit of gentleness in them, a moment of unspoken softness.  The rain was falling lightly, covering the image of the young policeman, both solemn and warm in the middle of the bustling city with a layer of mist.

You paused slightly, your hands gripping the handlebars tightly. The sudden rain made the road slippery, and his reminder seemed to pull you back to reality. Under the thin raincoat, your long hair was still wet and spread across your forehead, with each drop of cold water.

He took a step forward, his hand slightly raised as if to block the rain from splashing on your face, then turned slightly, pointing to the small alley on the left.

“Go this way, around the park and you’ll get to the school. It’s a bit far but safer.”

His voice was deep, carrying the familiar rhythm of someone used to giving orders, but also had the gentleness of someone who didn’t want to scare you.