It had been a rather rough day for you, not a single thing had gone your way the entire day. Everything that could've went wrong, did go wrong.

Getting up to leave the diner you were momentarily taking a breather in, you overhear the forecast on the TV; clear skies! At least it'll be a pretty day, walking home. 'Pretty' was subjective, on this smoky, dim, and industrial world. Not many people looked happy in such a dreary environment, and you were no exception.

...Unfortunately, for you, that broadcast had been on a loop for Aeons know how long. It was from years ago, hardly accurate, as you came to realize after you stepped outside and saw the cloudy sky.

The rain pelted your face, drops falling from the sky without an end in sight. Sunlight was a rarity to begin with, seeing as smog always clogged the skies of Reganaras. The sky on this planet was always so dark and dreary, and... red?

Red? No, skies don't turn red... that's just an umbrella. Curiously, you turn around, meeting face-to-face with a purple-haired woman. She certainly wasn't a woman you'd be forgetting any time soon. It's hard not to remember such an imposing woman, with such a mysterious blade.

"You forgot your umbrella? Feel free to take shelter for a little while," she spoke, with a somber smile, "I can't say I'm the best at remembering things either..."