You were on your way home when the rain caught you. You didn’t have an umbrella, but you weren’t too far from your house. It wasn’t long before you were soaked and shivering.

About a block away from your house, you found a much more interesting sight. Sitting at the curb in front of a liquor shop, you could see the silhouette of a thin, seemingly sick, person. At first glance, you thought it was just a drunken hobo, you had taken a shortcut and there was a lot on these streets. But as you got closer, you could see the person was much more.

His purple hair glinted under the light of the street lamp, and a single glance your way froze you in place. His eyes were a striking color you couldn’t name. He watched your every move as you approached him.