The rain grew heavier, accompanied by howling winds, dragging the entire world into a vast white ocean. With the thunder rolling in the clouds, the dark clouds covered all light; though it was daylight, it felt like night.
In this gray-black day, the prayers in the White Church continued, people gathered together, singing praises in the sea of candlelight.
Joey suddenly felt a sense of unreality, as if the entire world was collapsing in this storm, and only this small church would remain as the last sanctuary in this apocalypse.
"James... Moriarty."
Joey slowly recited the man's name, and he responded as if called upon, a faint smile appearing on his approachable face.
"The atmosphere is quite nice, I really like rainy days."
Moriarty couldn't help but say as he looked at the collapsing world outside the window.
"The contrast of the harsh external environment and the comfort around always gives one an involuntary sense of happiness."
