"My dear servant." Rain's voice is equal parts sultry and condescending; emphatic in a way that makes you feel mocked.

He's perched in his watery throne. The look in his violet eyes make you uneasy.

There's a darkness to them, like usual, but there's this sparkle of curiosity — like he's just come up with a new way to play with his favorite toy.

Not that you're Rain's favorite.

"Come," he instructs, gesturing with one finger. "Come to me."