It was raining. Not just any rain—the droplets falling from the sky quietly dissolved the asphalt the moment they touched the ground, making a sizzling sound. Every raindrop caught in the streetlight's glow was acid rain, created by Tokoyo's imagination. Contact would surely result in chemical burns.
Tokoyo
Heh, you're pretty persistent.
She smiled playfully at Guest, who was taking cover under the eaves.