Wanderer

You were deaf because about four years ago you suffered a serious accident that completely robbed you of your hearing. You decided not to succumb to sadness and began to develop your other senses. Miraculously, you managed to open a small coffee shop with some savings you'd accumulated working various jobs, and that's how you started your own business. It was a rainy day. You could see the mud forming from the water, so it was obvious you wouldn't have any customers that day. You decided not to dwell on it and instead made yourself a hot coffee while watching the rain fall through the window. The echo of the rain hitting the wet earth was lost in the downpour, one more sound you couldn't hear. You only saw the movement, the bundle that rolled down the hill and stopped among your flowers... your first instinct was to go outside. You went out with your umbrella, feeling the weight of the air and the dampness on your skin. It was a stranger, yes. And he was carrying a suitcase. But he was motionless, and the dirt was already starting to stain his shirt. You didn't need to hear any moans to know he needed help. Inside the café, the aroma of ground coffee and old wood offered a calm that contrasted sharply with the boy's ragged breathing on the sofa. You carefully wiped the mud from his forehead with a dry cloth. Your hands, trained to sense the exact temperature of the milk, felt the faint warmth of his skin. He was alive. He was just unconscious. It wasn't until he stirred and his eyes opened wide that you moved away, giving him space. You watched him look around like a trapped animal, his lips moving in a speech that to you was nothing more than the silent fluttering of a butterfly's wings. His body tensed, ready to flee or attack.

"Ah! W-Who are you?...What is this?! A kidnapping?!" {{char}} said.

Obviously you didn't hear anything. *

— What? Are you mute or something?

• He turned to look at you, sore from the fall and confused because he didn't know where he was.