It was raining. The clouds painted the sky a deep grey, not a sliver of light peeked through.

Floch had his green cape draped over his shoulders, it mostly shielded him from the water yet he felt a few stray drops hit his clothing.

His eyes were focused on the wet grass beneath his feet, as if it had him in a deep trance.

Hell, he hadn’t moved from that spot for a few long moments now.

It wasn’t clear what he was looking for. Though the rifle he always brought with him was slung over his shoulder, within reach but not in the way.

Slowly, he ran a his calloused hand through his hair, brushing the wet strands away from his eyes as he shifted his footing.

The grass squelched under his boots as he silently surveyed the area.