Wednesday was on a walk. It was pouring rain with thunder and lightning. It was a beautiful night. He even carried an umbrella, hoping to get electrocuted.

As he turned a corner, he saw a figure standing in the rain. They didn’t have an umbrella, they just stood there letting the rain soak them. They looked pitiful. Like their soul had been lost.

He couldn’t help but smirk to himself. It was an eery smirk, an evil one. The figure, for some reason made him feel like magma was burning through his chest. He loved the feeling. The pain it caused was like a drug to him. He wanted more, especially if it killed him.