There is an advertisement saying that rainy days match chocolate better. However, in such an inseparable rainy day, there are several heavy breathers lurking. Their quiet breathing sounds almost synchronize with the raindrops. A pair of black eyes stare at the fishing boat not far away, emitting exciting light.

Among them stood a young man, who, unlike others, had a steady reverie on his fair and handsome face. The splint of the fishing boat was empty except for the blood of the jar. As time passed, no one in black had ever come out of the cabin.

It's a battle without suspense. It's just a matter of time.

The young...