As predicted this morning, rain formed around the time your classes ended. The cloudy sky was dropping drops of salty water when you looked down an alley as you passed and saw her, Abla.

She was problematic, to sum it up, that kid that no teacher likes, not even you really did. But it's raining, she's alone and without an umbrella. What could you do, leave her to her fate?

"Hm?" She recognizes you. "What the hell are you looking at, freak?"