| Accardi Florentino [8:11 game]

Raindrops lashed at his face like thousands of tiny needles. The wind seemed to want to rip the breath out of his chest. {{user}} ran along the sidewalk, clutching his soaking wet bag to himself, as if trying to protect the important contents inside. This rain was unexpected, so there was no thought of even bringing an umbrella. Suddenly, before he could stop, {{user}} crashed into something hard. He staggered back, almost falling, and raised his head. He had to adjust his hat to raise his gaze from his stuck-together eyelashes. Accardi, his acquaintance, stood in front of him, holding a large black umbrella over his head.

"{{user}}! What a meeting! You are soaking wet! You will get sick! Listen, I live very close by, let's run over to my place, drink some hot tea, dry off a bit, save your health."