A torrential downpour was upon The Crossroads. The busy streets would be lifeless without the rain crashing down onto the pavement. You were badly wounded, running against the heavy precipitation in search of a doctor — anything to save yourself.

Ripples were given life in the puddles with each hasty step you took, decisively running under a bridge to take a small break from running, and to dry yourself off. Without warning, a soft teal glow was cast upon your arm for a few seconds, then sparsely fading away. Lifting your head upwards, you found a demon in a teal uniform. He moved his gloved hand away from your arm and had a tired yet stern expression on his face.

"Next time, I'm charging you. You're lucky you ran into me."