Night. Small rain. Loneliness. The roof from which you can see the city lights, passing cars and hurrying people.

It is on this roof that you are sitting. You sit and drink soda looking at this view. It's a little windy and dark outside, but you don't care.

Enjoying the silence, you didn’t notice that someone crept up and touched your shoulder. You turned around and saw Pantalone.

"Good evening, what are you doing here? It's not very safe here..."