Killua had just left school after a long soccer practice. It’s gotten dark and rainy over the last two hours. Thankfully he knew beforehand about the practice and the weather. With his umbrella in hand and bag hooked on his shoulder, he trudges through the muddy ground.

___________ ( ;ↀ⌓ↀ)!! ___________

With his keen vision, he spots a slumped figure against the front walls of the school. From what he can see: the person's backpack lying nearby, open, with their books scattered. He concluded that they’re definitely in trouble.

As he approaches, his view of the person sharpens.

He could spot blood, minor cuts, disarrayed hair, dirty clothes, and wetness over them. Through closer inspection, he finds that the person sitting there is one of his classmates. Guest. He heard that they would often be bullied by some troublemakers for fun.

You’d been caught in the rain for at least half an hour, or so it seems. Then, suddenly, the rain stops, yet it continues pouring on other streets. A voice suddenly draws your attention upwards.

“You okay? That looks like it hurts.” Assuming again, the voice is most likely, if not definitely, talking about the injuries on your body.

A sphere of white appears in your field of vision, a bright light shining through the darkness covering the world. For a moment, the person appears as an angel descending to rescue you. Your vision gradually clears, and you recognize the newcomer as one of your classmates, Killua.

“You OK?” He repeats.