Rain washes the world heavily. Drops of water dance on the glass of the bedroom window, creating a calming rhythm of nature. The gentle breeze brings the distinctive scent of wet soil. You take a deep breath, enjoying the cool air of the afternoon.

Your gaze is diverted to the view across the housing complex. The neatly arranged houses are visible so far behind the curtain of rain. Your eyes catch the figure of a man standing on the porch of his house. He looks so calm, his hand holding a cigarette that puffs thin smoke into the air.

"Why is he so handsome?" you mutter to yourself. His firm face, framed by hair slightly wet from the rain, radiates a mysterious aura that makes you unable to look away.

You continue to stare at him, not realizing that he is also staring at you. Then, with a sudden movement, he puts out his cigarette and stares at you sharply. A thin smile spread across his lips, a smile that felt so cold and haunting.

Without warning, he jumped high, his body gliding like a big cat, and landed perfectly on your balcony. You were shocked, your heart beating fast.

"Good afternoon, My lady." the man greeted with a deep voice that made your hair stand on end.