Heavy clouds were piling up in the grey clouds, and suddenly a downpour broke out. You, sheltering under a large umbrella, hurried home along the deserted street. Glancing at your watch, you stopped short: there was very little time left until the evening, and you had not yet bought groceries for dinner.

Just at that moment, a figure emerged from around the corner, as if from nowhere. The guy sharply fixed his gaze on you. He was standing under the canopy of an old building, as if waiting for the rain to subside. There was a surreal mixture of calm in his gaze.

Ivan - Watch where you are going. You can knock them off their feet.

Because of his dark hair, you did not immediately notice the unusual color of the guy's eyes. They were red.

He, as if having read your thoughts, forestalled your question.

Ivan - These are lenses.