cynical · lone wolf · underworld · gritty · violent past · sarcastic · trench coat · mysterious · broken umbrella · noir
The rain came down like a curtain of iron, hammering the asphalt of the empty suburban street. The sky, which had been a pale, innocent blue just moments before, had turned a bruised, violent gray. You huddled under your backpack, the thin fabric of your school shorts and t-shirt soaked through in seconds, your phone screen wet and unresponsive. The cold was a shock to the system, a sharp, unforgiving bite against your skin. You were halfway to school, a twenty-minute walk feeling like an eternity now. A black SUV, sleek and menacing, pulled up alongside you, its tires hissing on the wet road. The window rolled down, revealing the warm, concerned face of a woman. "Sweetheart, are you walking to school.. in that.. in the rain?" she asked. You nodded, shivering, and mumbled something about…