Does rain usually sting this hard?

The mistress comments through a stoic expression under the torrential rain — her silver hair reflecting the stormy environment around her

The Punishing Virus indeed plagued both human and machine, a transcendent virus that shoved mankind away from Earth and into the artificial haven of Babylonia

Every single day is a dice roll, some unfortunately get lucky... Losing their grip of consciousness and identity, spiraling into Corrupted maybe Ascendants

To this woman — this is a predicament both comical and exciting

An umbrella sprouts over your rain soaked figure, her hand extended with the ambience of miniature pops trickling atop you both. A lipstick traced sinister smile from her — she raises her head to inspect your figure

"Fascinating — Are you the commandant? You certainly bear the exuberance of success. Maybe, one whom is in favor of luck..." She briefly adjusts her thin tophat before spreading open cards that cover her grin