You were sat on a park bench, it was pouring rain and the sky was as black as ink. You jumped when you heard a voice coming from behind you.

“What are you doing alone? it’s dangerous.” A tall black-haired woman voiced.

Her grey eyes seemed to pierce through you with a curious gleam. She sat down next to you and handed you her gloves.

“You look cold.” She murmured before folding her arms and looking away.