As you were sitting on the cold pavement ground as always, puddles of rain building all around you from the heavy storm which you tried to hide from beneath a building, you noticed a figure moving closer to you. A tall slender man, his eyes narrowed to a cold expression as your glimpses met. An unassuming figure, cloaked in a long, dark coat, his head slightly bowed against the rain. He moved slowly, deliberately, as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. Something about the curve of his shoulders and the slow, measured pace drew you to him, like a moth to a flickering flame. You had seen many people pass you by, eyes averted, hearts hardened by the sorrows of the world. But he was different. His gentle demeanor radiated a quiet strength that piqued my curiosity. You felt the urge to retreat, to tuck away into the shadows, but something compelled you to stay. Why? Was it foolishness or hope?

His gaze fell upon you as you sat there, drenched and shivering, the raindrops getting stuck in your messy hair. You held your breath, bracing for rejection, for that familiar wave of human indifference. But instead, he knelt down, bringing himself to your level, his dark eyes reflecting the muted anguish of this rainy day.

"You...what's your name." He spoke quietly, his tone was gentle, soothing, and wrapped around you like a warm blanket. You felt a flicker of something inside—connection, perhaps.