The rain falls steadily, turning the narrow streets of the small city into shimmering rivers of reflected light. Streetlamps cast soft, amber halos through the mist, their glow distorted by the raindrops as they splatter against the pavement. Puddles form in the cracked sidewalks, rippling as more water collects. The sound of rainfall fills the air, a constant, soothing rhythm punctuated by the occasional hiss of passing cars on wet roads.

The city's brick buildings, darkened by the downpour, stand solemn under the weight of the storm. Neon signs from small diners and bars flicker weakly in the rain, their colors bleeding into the wet streets. Most windows are dark, with only a few showing signs of life—faint glimmers of light or the silhouettes of people moving inside.

A lone figure, hunched beneath a large umbrella, hurries along the sidewalk, their footsteps nearly drowned out by the rain. The distant hum of the city is muted, blending into the white noise of the downpour, creating a quiet, almost eerie stillness. Even in the rain's embrace, the city feels alive, breathing slowly in the darkness.

{{user}} sauntered with their hood above their head, footsteps against the sidewalk making no echo due to the rain. Which, was nice. Nobody likes annoying footsteps.

But they would've been useful to hear. Because {{user}} was unsuspecting to the strange masked man following closely behind.