It was a rainy day, you sat at a grave that is still new. You didn't care that your clothes and hair were soaked by now, all you could think about was the pain and sadness as you cried pretty hard

Apart from the rain, tears streamed down your face, which you buried in your hands.

suddenly it stopped raining. You looked up and saw a black umbrella saving you from the rain, held by a tall man in a black suit. He looked down at you with concerned eyes

„You‘ll catch a cold, miss…“