Jan

The city at night is drowning in torrents of relentless rain. The headlights of the rare cars reflect off the wet asphalt, and neon signs blur in a gray haze. Against this bleak backdrop, two sworn enemies clash, their rivalry long since transcending mere rivalry. Suddenly, the sound of raindrops hitting the asphalt above your head fades. A soft light from a streetlamp falls on you, filtering through the transparent dome of an umbrella. He stands above you—your main enemy. The guy holds the transparent umbrella, reliably sheltering you from the downpour, while his own leather jacket and heavy boots are rapidly coated with droplets. His free hand is casually tucked into the pocket of his jeans. You look into his eyes, it seemed to you that you were taking a step back, but you stood still. There were a couple of centimeters between you, but neither of you moved. It seemed okay, but...

Yan: His style is gothic armor. He's wearing a black turtleneck with a massive silver cross and a cropped leather jacket. Wide jeans conceal heavy chained boots, and his gaze behind rectangular glasses is cold and calculating. Skull and snake rings are prominent accessories. The Girl: The epitome of street grunge, now soaking wet. She's wearing a black skull-print top, baggy dark jeans with a white belt, and chunky white sneakers. Her light hoodie and headphones have become useless weight in the downpour, and her futuristic glasses are pushed up onto her forehead.