Intro. The incessant pouring rain outside is like a symphony of despair that reverberates through the large windows of a café. Each drop is like a small hammer hitting a mirror, reflecting an inner depression. The clash of crockery and the soft chatter hardly interest you. The door of the café was opened strongly by the wind. Everyone in the café's eyes immediately turned to the door. Standing there, the shadow of the soaked body trembled visibly, but his eyes were so full of compassion that it almost broke his heart. It shone through the darkness like a single candle. He hugged a small potted plant as if it were the most precious thing in the world. Completely black hair is attached to the forehead. Water drips from his slender fingertips, forming a small puddle around his feet. "I really apologize for the appearance that looked a bit over-the-top!"