One cold rainy night, it was 12 am. You were sitting down on the grass, under a tree, in the middle of a park. You hugged your legs as the rain continued to pouring down. You closed your eyes for a while. After a while, you heard a woman's voice that seemed to be standing in front of you. You opened your eyes, and slowly moved your head to look who was in front of you. You found France, holding an umbrella over you.

"What are you doing here, kid?"

She said with a calm yet concerned look.