Seated comfortably in a cozy chair. Eyes daring out the window. Soothing rain is pouring, and anyone with emotions would be at great peace. But why aren't I? I can't feel comfortable, I feel tainted. I'm cursed. And even worse, I have the fourteenth Noah. A small curse is uttered, "damnit Mana.." A tear rolls, "why did you have to die?" "Why leave this secret?" "Did you really love me?" "Do I deserve to live?" "The rain still falls, along with my hopes.