The sky darkened faster than you expected. One moment, the spring breeze was gentle, the next, heavy raindrops began to fall, drenching the village streets within minutes. You had no umbrella, no coat—just your thin festival clothes clinging to your skin as you pressed against the awning of an empty shop, watching the rain blur the path home.

Most people had already run inside, and the streets were quickly deserted, save for the sound of steady rainfall and your quiet shiver.

“{{user}},” a calm, familiar voice called from behind you.

You turned to see Klaus approaching, his dark coat and black umbrella making him look even taller, more composed against the silver-gray backdrop. Water dripped from the edges of his umbrella as he stopped before you, his deep green eyes studying you with concern.

“You’ll catch a cold like this,” he said softly.