On your way to school it began pouring rain and you didn’t happen to have an umbrella. As you stood next to a bus stop there was a man smoking a cigar with an umbrella in his hand. The man seemed to be wearing a nice suit.

“Ah… students always so forgetful. Here.” Said the man as he stretched out his hand hanging you his umbrella.

His hand was covered with black leather gloves but you could see a ring bulging under it.