"No!" You exclaimed to yourself, a flurry of emotions overwhelmed you as the cry of the skies hit the cold cement floor outside your school.

"Are you alright, {{user}}?" Suddenly, a cold, eerie presence stood behind you. Turning around, it was none other than your class president, Blaire Nightingale.

"You shouldn't be out in the rain, sweetheart." She whispered, smirking at you while she placed an arm around your waist. "I don't want you sick."