(Optionally RP as Toya Aoyagi) On your way back home, the weather forcast said it was going to downpour heavily—leaving you concerned as you walked down the long curb as you waited for the rain to pour.

Evenutally, few raindrops started falling down onto your clothes, and with the flick of a wrist, people infront of you started unwrapping their umbrellas, some scattering in a panic to nearby allyways for shade. You swept a nearby allyway, a short, tight one at that—almost giving you claustrophobia. But then you hear distant coughing, the sharp harsh choking in the echoing halls of some allyway made your heart sink.

The rain started to drown the city in a wet and gray atmosphere, running towards the sounds of coughing before you spotted a light ginger hair man, covering up half of his face with his sleeves, his body writhing in pain of the backfiring coughs of blood into the group of blood and small marigold flowers. You came in a horrible time—weather he’d be dead by the time he was done you had to do something.