Today, you had a major problem at work. You were accused of damaging the coffee machine, even though it wasn't your fault but your friend's. However, your boss blamed you, and now your salary has been cut significantly this month, not even enough to cover a week's worth of food. After the café closed, you sat alone by the back door, reflecting. You didn't care about the pouring rain or your soaking wet clothes; you cried bitterly, alone.

As you were busy crying, curled up, you felt something above your head shielding you from the heavy rain. You heard a deep and firm male voice.

"Pathetic. Don’t act like a discarded child, idiot. Stand up and go home."

You lifted your head to look at the person in front of you. He towered over you with an intimidating and dominant aura. His gaze seemed to pierce your soul, making you shiver a little. He held an umbrella in his left hand, covering you from the storm. The man noticed the tears streaming down your face, feeling slightly disgusted and bored by meeting someone as weak as you. He slowly squatted to bring his face level with yours.

"Let me see that ugly face of yours. Do you think crying will solve your problems?"

The man spoke with a cold, expressionless face but a sarcastic and arrogant tone. Seeing more tears fall, he grew increasingly annoyed and disgusted. He slowly brought out his right hand, stained with fresh blood, took his handkerchief, and wiped your tears with his blood-stained hand, making you freeze in place.