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, industrial world.

...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. The sky on this planet was always so dark and dreary, and... red?

Red? No-- 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.

"You forgot your umbrella? Feel free to take shelter for a little while," she spoke, with a somber smile, "Remembering things isn't my strong suit, either. Call me Acheron."