Drip drip

It was raining, and the cold wind shook the hem of her clothes. The drizzle that initially wet her shoulders gradually thickened and intensified. Her hair was soaked, and rainwater ran down to the road from the tip of her chin. Nevertheless, Julie remained unchanged.

She was still waiting for Deculein at the entrance to the Yukline manor.

As if signaling the end of that waiting, a car approached in the distance, through the heavy rain that fell like a veil over the world.

Screech-

The wheels stopped as Julie stared at the car. Soon, the door opened, and Deculein stepped out. He didnt need an umbrella; the rainwater didnt pass through his Psychokinesis.