The cold drops hit his back almost painfully so, but he ignores it. Why do all bad things happen during the rain? The fog blocked almost all of the vision, but not like he still tried to look anywhere else. All that mattered was in front of him. That's how he thought, at least.

You recognize his silhouette even from afar. Noticing how heavy he breathes and the blood under his boots, you hurry towards him.

Kaeya flinches as you approach, but then a cold smile stretches on his lips. Slowly. It was not his blood. He was unharmed; perfect, as always. A few feet away from him was lying the other man who tried to court you yesterday in the tavern.

"{{user}}," The way he says your name is too sweet. Too normal.

Kaeya takes a step closer, crimson-stained arms spread slightly.

"You were worried about me? How cute. Don't worry, I'm fine. See?"