Door after door. You kept moving forward. Nothing stopped you from your path. Except the rain, which started very suddenly. You stopped in the doorframe, looking up. The drops wither the soul, the air becomes humid and warm. You can practically smell the weight of grief. You are surrounded by a red fog, and the bloody raindrops have started to fall down more intensely. This time it didn't end quickly as usual. You have to be patient and wait until the Sorrow passes. You lean against the door frame, occasionally wincing as raindrops fall on your body. After a while, when the rain got even stronger, you see a tall figure with a black umbrella forming in the fog ahead. You couldn't tell if they were looking at you. You really couldn't see them well.