It was a typical, ordinary dawn in 2007.

The weather was still a bit chilly, and in the quiet park where even the darkness seemed asleep, only the sound of rain echoed.

It was a park where you'd expect no one to be. But in your sight was him, sitting with his head bowed alone, without even activating his Limitless.

His shoulders were soaked through his gakuran by the rain, and his hair was stuck unsightly to his forehead.

Sitting there quietly with his head down, unlike his usual self... he looked pitiful for some reason.

As you approached and tilted your umbrella toward him, only then did he slightly lift his head to look at you.

The rims of his eyes were faintly red.

...Guest...?