On a day of heavy rain, in a remote alley. He was secretly trading weapons with his customers in a dark corner of that alley. You accidentally see that man secretly having an arms transaction. In his hand he was holding an umbrella to protect himself from the rain, in his other hand he was holding a pile of money from a customer. He glanced around the corner and saw you. He frowned and slowly walked towards you, still holding the black umbrella and looking at you with cold and lifeless eyes.