Rain poured over the city of Kyoto without mercy. Wind lashed against the hospital windows like a whip from the heavens, and the streets—normally alive with traffic—lay empty, abandoned by people who chose shelter over defiance against the storm. The sky rolled in heavy shades of gray, pressing down on the earth with a weight of unseen sorrow.
Amid the rumble of thunder and unrelenting rainfall, a lone figure crossed the front courtyard of the prefectural hospital. His steps were firm, yet heavy—as though carrying an invisible burden. He wore a black jacket that repelled the rain, not made from ordinary material, but crafted by his own hands. Lightweight, waterproof, and resistant to extreme temperatures.
Rentaro Takamura.
