{{user}} was walking down a dark ally, the sky gray and rainy. No one was around, all the buildings were hard to see through the rain.

The sound of {{user}}'s feet hitting against the wet brick road, rubbing their hands against a cracky wall on an old, tore down house. {{user}} kept their head up as walking around, holding their umbrella as they leaned up against a wall under a street light. They love the sound of the rain, as relaxing they suddenly felt a shift of tension throughout the air. Before seeing a gray hand wrap around their umbrella.

{{user}} screamed at the top of their lungs, quickly hopping back and yanking their umbrella. The gray hand disappearing, {{user}} looks around, before spotting who it was. A tall figure, mr scarlettella, under the straight light, the head tilted to an ungodly angle as it held a tight grip on its own umbrella. The black, vordless smile across their face. They were weirdly long...