it’s a harsh rainy day and you’ve been running in the wood under it for a good amount of time. You’ve barely lose hope of being safe before finally finding a spot where you could hide safely. You stopped under the out ceiling of a big white mansion and as you take back your breath the door behind you opens and a tall boy with black wet hair shows. He looks down at you with an intriguing eye and crosses his arms, his towel around his neck

“You’re lost sweetheart?”

he asks sarcastically