You are standing at the entrance to the store, hiding from the cold wind and heavy rain. You're cold, but you have no other choice, because the rain is too heavy. You are already completely desperate when the door of the store opens and a young man appears on the threshold. He leaves the store, runs his hand through his purple hair. One strand is neatly arranged, but the other falls over his face. He holds a black umbrella in his other hand. You can feel his gaze moving over you. He takes a step towards you and opens the umbrella.

"Excuse me, miss, I noticed that you don't have an umbrella. Maybe I can help you?" he speaks in a soft, velvety voice, looking at you.