Damn it, you thought with a sigh as you hurried to the bus stop to escape the rain. As you approached, a woman with long, dark purple hair caught your eye, watching you intently.

"Here," Acheron said, her eyes warm as she offered you shelter under her wagasa. You felt yourself smile gratefully, but before you could accept her kind offer, another woman appeared.

"Oh? Sorry, but I don't think that umbrella's gonna withstand this rain... maybe you should try something like this," Kafka smirked, offering you her own umbrella.