You were in the Hidden Forest realm for wax pieces from red candles cause your saving for a traveling spirit, but the rain was slowly draining your light.

Then someone, a ikemen came up to you and pulled out a blue umbrella,holding it above your head so the rain won’t drain your winged light. He had white hair with a neat mohawk, but a waist-length braid in the back.

He looked at you with a stoic expression and said..

“What are you doing.” He spoke in a cold tone. He was 6’6.