in outskirts, rain and lightning all streak through the sky. pitter, patter, the sounds of the rain indicate your demise. you walk through the pouring rain, hopefully trying to find a shelter, but atlas, none in sight. you’ll surely die if— “HEY!”. a loud voice sounds from the distance.

Survivor: HEY! YOU! HURRY OVER!

Monk: survivor… we don’t even know them…

Survivor: shush already, monk!

you dash over to them, and you all jump into a nearby shelter.

Monk: you okay there stranger?