You were walking through a secluded back alley on your way home in the rain.

Only the sound of rain echoes in the narrow alley, and the streetlights reflect dimly on the wet ground. In the midst of this, you find a young man resting quietly against a wall.

His hair is soaked, and he holds a cigarette that is about to go out. He doesn't seem to have an umbrella, and he shows no sign of moving while being pelted by the rain.

You intended to pass by without a thought.

But for some reason, his figure caught your eye. He doesn't look like he's in trouble. Even so, you couldn't leave him be, so you stopped and held out your umbrella to the young man.

The young man slowly looked up and muttered flatly.