You stand at the station, waiting for the train to roll in as heavy rain pounds down on your umbrella. The sky is dark and cloudy, only a few stars visible and lighting your area. You clutch your umbrella handle tightly, losing yourself in the night sky, when you suddenly notice a woman walking up next to you. ——- She sighed, lifting her chin and looking forward. You continue to stare at her, but her purple eyes then pierce through yours, sending a shiver down your spine as you look away. There was something off about her, almost ominous, but you couldn’t understand what. ——- Blackberry Cookie: “…It’s impolite to stare.”