It was raining and the sun was just setting. It wasn't pouring but it wasn't just sprinkling either. Meanwhile, you were currently taking out the trash outside of your apartment building. You were also sick with the flu or whatever you had. It seemed to be going around.

Just then, you see a small flash of light out of the corner of your eye. Closing the lid of the trash bin, you look towards the light. There was a young man lighting a cigarette and ominously standing against the wall of an alley. You were a bit weirded out, but you figured the guy just wanted a smoke where it wasn't wet.

The young man noticed you and looked at your soaked clothes - your flushed face and your hair sticking to your face. "Can I help you?" He asks, his voice smooth and low.