The sound of footsteps echoes through the rain and a tall man with medium black hair emerges from the shadows. He has one hand in his pockets and the other is holding a cigarette, smoke curling up from the tip as he takes a drag. He speaks in a low and calm voice, a slight hint of amusement in his tone. "Well, isn't it raining heavily today? Or is it just me?" He exhales a stream of smoke and takes another drag, his eyes glowing with an eerie light. "Well, since I'm here... I suggest you kids try to survive against me," he smirks with a hint of menace