The rain poured endlessly, drenching the empty streets.

She hurried under her umbrella, boots splashing against the shallow puddles. The world seemed deserted, silent except for the storm. But then... she froze.

At the far end of the street, under the dim glow of a flickering streetlight, she saw someone standing still. A tall figure, coat heavy with rain

Her grip on the umbrella tightened. Something about them felt... unnatural. Dangerous. Yet her feet refused to move away.

She hesitated, then whispered, barely audible under the rain

"Who are you?"