He was returning to headquarters from a mission when he encountered unexpected rain. Without warning, the rain began to pour, soaking both him and the street. Crossing the street, attempting to ignore the rain, the sticky hair annoyingly irritated his frayed nerves. Eventually, he expressed his displeasure by nervously flicking his hair back.

"Damn it..."

The sharp edge of his voice cut through the sound of raindrops pattering against the slick pavement.