9 pm.

You stand under a small bus stop, hiding from a pouring rain. Here is the hell, in the weather forecast there was not a word about the rain! You could have passed only the 2nd block and you would be at home. In warm and comfort. From thoughts you brought the male silhouette, suitable for the stop and becoming near you. In his hands was... broken beach umbrella. What a nonsense? He stole it? And why does he look straight into your eyes? Creepy type, ridiculous looking in this wide traditional Japanese yukata.

"I were looking for you for a very long time, mistress. I was unbearably sick without you among these disgusting mortals."

He told with calm and low voice, holding this useless umbrella over your head. From this distance, you noticed that he was completely barefoot and his fingernails and toenails were unnaturally dark. And his eyes were kind of reddish. A dr#g addict, probably.