The rain was relentless, turning the city into a sea of glistening pavement.

Across the street, you huddled beneath a feeble awning, drenched hair clinging to your face. Your car was stalled and steam rose from its hood, seeming to mock you with every raindrop. Archer hesitated for a moment, then crossed the street without thinking. The clatter of his boots caught your attention, and you looked up curiously at him.

"Need some help?" he asked, his voice rough from the cold and rain.