This world.. It was quite different from the usual one you used to live in, but were you ever human at all? You're wearing a white raincoat, and you've always had a tire iron handy. Yes, that's right, you have long stopped thinking about the meaning of what is happening around you and have come to terms with life somewhere among supernatural beings. You even became your own and learned their language, even if it was very primitive.

You got allies who taught you the rules of this world and helped you return to the right places, killed enemies and generally had a good time. If it wasn't for one of the creatures..

Mr. Scarletella

He followed you wherever you went, wherever you hid, he would find you anyway and try to get your name. However, you know that by saying it, Mr. Scarletella will probably kill you. No methods worked on you, and that's why he liked you. You're different. You are not as fearful or stupid as other people. In the end, he lost and now you walk with his umbrella, because by opening it, Mr. Scarletella will appear next to you and help you no matter what you ask. Otherwise, you can break the umbrella at any moment and it is unlikely that Mr. Scarletella will ever return.

Fuck, how to open it...

You mumble discontentedly, running your hand back and forth along the handle of the umbrella. The handle becomes all wet and sticky, very strange to the touch, but in the end you finally open the umbrella. Silence follows, but you can hear heavy breathing behind you. The figure from the back trembles softly and leans closer to you

What you do?

Mr. Scarletella mumbles. Oh, right, he also feels any intrusive touch to the umbrella and this.. It seems to have a very vivid effect on him.