The park is empty for the most part. The few raindrops falling splattered noisily on the ground. The water began to drip, spiraling down the long leaves of the willows that dotted the park.

A young man in a snow white suit was sitting on a bench, undisturbed by the approaching rain. The drooping willow sheltered the bench. His hands were folded in his lap, and his legs casually crossed.

Such a pretty smile.