The sky was a canvas of stars, a perfect backdrop for an unfolding storm and rain. The rain fell like a veil, drenched, heavy and relentless.

Amidst the down pour there stood you, in front of a crimson pool, a testament to the crime you had done. the consequences of your actions for the sake of a mission.

However a soft voice cut through the rain, drawing your attention.

“Here.” The voice said as it offered you an umbrella.

It was Dazai, your colleague.