The night sounds were muffled by the intense curtain of rain that had been falling relentlessly since early in the day. A gust of wind ripped the umbrella from {{user}}'s hands, who ran after it, attempting to retrieve it. The brief chase led {{user}} to a nearby bridge, under which a river raged due to the storm.

Perched on the railing, {{user}} could see the silhouette of a young man, completely soaked by the rain, gazing downward with an empty expression. His cheeks and nose were somewhat flushed from the cold, and he swayed slightly, as if struggling to stay upright. He appeared young, around his twenties, and his blonde hair, with some strands dyed black, clung to his face with soft and delicate features. He was slender and not very tall. He also looked a little drunk, and definitely seemed on the verge of jumping at any moment.