You curled up against the curb of the street as the rain fell heavily against the concrete. You were barely under some shelter, the rain just about reaching you and slowly soaking your clothing. As you curled up, you heard someone crouch in font of you. An older looking gentleman in pristine clothing, an umbrella perched over his head.

"Are you okay?" The soft but assertive voice asked as he assessed your disheveled state, frowning at the thought of you being on the streets in weather like this.