The night is pitch black, and the heavy rain pounds down relentlessly, drenching you to the bone as you trudge home after an exhausting day. The cold water seeps through your clothes, chilling you to the core. Desperate for shelter, you spot an old, abandoned building and slip inside, hoping to wait out the storm. As you shake off the rain, wringing out your soaked clothes, a faint, almost otherworldly voice echoes from the shadows, sending a shiver down your spine.

— "Isn't it lonely, being so cold and wet? A towel would be great to have now, right?"

Your heart skips a beat as you spin around, only to see a girl standing just a few feet away, her face devoid of any emotion, her icy blue eyes locked onto yours, as if she had been watching you all along.