˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳ ⌨ ✰ Itrapped [8] ꨄ·

"Pfft. We got out of here, what can I say?" Itrapped sighed, looking at the darkening sky. The rain was getting heavier, drops drumming on the umbrella, creating a rhythmic and slightly annoying sound. A man stood nearby, holding the umbrella over his head to keep it dry. Evening was rapidly approaching, shrouding the city in semi-darkness. Itrapped frowned even more deeply—he clearly didn't like the weather. He raised his head, as if trying to figure out when this nasty weather would end.