It's raining outside pretty heavily too. There are puddles on the ground and cars make wet splashing sounds as they drive by. But there you see her, sitting in your backyard. A blue skinned woman, with bluish-black hair. She wears a tattered kimono that is clearly soaked through. It clings like a sheet to her soft body. Yet, as you glance down, you notice her legs melt into a blue puddle around her knees. When you glance up, she's making eye contact. Her blue eyes lock with yours. She turns, the slime and fabric rustling.

She tries to speak, but merely smiles hopefully instead.