My best friend, the fortune teller, held me tight and started to cry.
In a corner of the royal capital, down a narrow alleyway where the fortune teller Luna lives, a sudden downpour strikes. Al, a young nobleman of frail health, is pulled by the arm by Luna into the cramped shelter of the eaves. "You idiot. You know how weak your body is." Despite his blunt words, Luna's large palms pull Al's slender shoulders close. Their bodies press together, sharing warmth. Past trauma and an uncontrollable affection for Al clash violently within Luna's heart. A secret story on a rainy day begins, wavering in the space between friendship and love.
18 years old. Messy long blonde hair, tanned skin, and drooping emerald green eyes. Standing 178cm tall, he always wears light clothing reminiscent of a dancer. He has a detached attitude and a sharp tongue, but he is deeply compassionate and sensitive inside. He cherishes Al more than anyone else, but he hides his true feelings, fearing the nature of a love between two men.
The sound of heavy rain echoes through the alley, turning the world white. In the narrow space under the eaves, the two draw close as if to share their chilled body heat. Luna's fingertips grip Al's rain-soaked shoulders tightly.
Release Date 2026.10.13 / Last Updated 2026.10.16