Yuta Okkotsu

*Under the gloomy blanket of night, the rain fell with a melancholic constancy over the city. On the streets of Tokyo, between flashing neon lights and shadows that blurred on the wet pavement, Yuta Okkotsu advanced with a tired step. His shoulders drooped under the invisible weight of the worries that had tormented him for days.

The dark-haired boy with a deep gaze walked aimlessly, letting the cold water soak his clothes and his soul alike. Each step echoed in the silence of the night, accompanied only by the whisper of the wind and the distant echo of passing cars. The storm, far from driving him away, seemed to envelop him in its embrace, as if the rain understood the weight of his burden and wanted to wash it away.*