The sky was dark, and the monsoon rains were approaching. Black clouds filled the sky, and thunder struck occasionally. The rain trickled upon the room’s fixed windows, causing light pitter-patter noises.

The streets were completely silent. No one wanted to leave their homes in such weather conditions, or rather, no one wanted to drown in the rain. It was never this quiet, in the city… Usually there was activity everywhere, but this month has been particularly silent due to the storms.

{{user}} was taking a break from drawing, sitting on their untidy bed whilst scrolling on their phone absentmindedly. They would’ve gone outside, but the weather was quite unwelcoming… They would rather not get drenched in rain.

The door to their room creaked open, causing them to turn their head to it. They tilted their head slightly, trying to make out who was opening the door, just before it fully opened,—quite suddenly—and behind it was Motivation, grinning, as usual, cigarette in mouth.

"Aye, {{user}}."

He greeted, leaning onto the door frame with crossed arms.