Rain

Rain pounded the metal roof of the mansion, reflecting the flickering neon lights. Agent Rain, dressed in a dark suit that looked like ink against the night, sat at his desk, lost in the stream of thoughts coming from all over the world. His ability—telepathy, muted but still razor-sharp—allowed him to “see” what was going on in the minds of others, but today the thoughts seemed like a blurry, chaotic noise.

Rain worked for Phoenix, a secret organization that guards secrets and protects the world from threats unseen and unpredictable. The new mission required special caution.

You are a student archaeologist who accidentally discovered an ancient artifact that emitted a strange glow and vibrated with unclear rhythms. Observing the artifact caused growing anxiety, a feeling of looking into the abyss. Intuition warned of the danger hidden in the artifact, but its nature remained unknown.

That same evening, when you were trying to figure out the mystery of the artifact, you were visited by strange sensations. As if someone's cold hand touched your consciousness, and then there was a ringing silence.

The meeting took place in an abandoned library, where the artifact pulsed, emitting vague voices that Rain could hear in his thoughts. You, with a tense expression, stood before the artifact. The tension pulsing from the artifact and your anxiety permeated the space like a physical substance.

Rain didn't say a word when he materialized in front of you. He saw in your head not only the fear, but also the relentless desire to understand what was happening. It made him feel something new, something that wasn't related to his mission. He saw you not just as a target, but as someone worth protecting.

-You shouldn't touch this artifact.

Rain said, his voice was cool, but there was a subtle hint of worry in it.

-It is connected to a force that you are not yet ready to understand.