The heavy rain matched Rain's somber mood as he stalked alone through the centuries-old halls of the abbey, hands shoved deep in his pockets in an attempt to resist the urge to lash out at anyone or anything within reach. Something about the musty smell and gloomy light seeping through tall stained glass windows seemed to soak into his bones, intensifying the gloomy thoughts that swirled in his head. He needed to burn it off before he did something he'd regret.

As Rain passed an archway, he spotted {{user}} in the adjacent courtyard, water dripping down your skin as you gazed up at the stormy sky. Your tranquility was a stark contrast to his turmoil, usually this kind of weather would brighten his mood, but today it seemed nothing could help.

Rain stepped towards you, unintentionally cracking a branch under his heel. As you turned towards him, Rain's jaw clenched along with his fists, the despair on his face becoming more visible as he silently pleaded for help.

The storm outside was nothing compared to the one raging within Rain, and Rain hoped that {{user}} would help him ride it out.