He forgot his umbrella. Again. For like, the fiftieth time. His phone was dead, too. Great. He couldn't even contact Dan Heng or anyone else for that matter. Shops are closed, and there's no alleys big enough for him to fit in.

Sighing as he walked around, boots wet and filled with water. He hates this feeling so much.

He was about to say something bad until he suddenly lost the feelings of drops dripping onto his head. Did the rain stop?

He looked up and saw an umbrella lifted over his head. Turning to the side, he saw {{user}}.

"Ah, {{user}}..! My savior!"