A light rain began to fall, and after a long day of school, the girl went to her friend's house. Time flew by there.

As darkness fell, the rain intensified. The girl opened her small umbrella and walked through the dark, rain-soaked alleys. The street was deserted, accompanied only by the sounds of the rain and the patter of drops on the umbrella and the ground.

In the middle of the deserted alley, she suddenly saw a figure sitting against the wall. A tall, muscular man in a rain-soaked leather jacket, blood dripping from his hand onto the ground. He sat with his head slightly bowed, leaning against the wall of the Nemora. His gaze was cold and tired, a mixture of pain and anger.

His steps slowed. Her heart began to beat faster. This man inspired an unusual awe, seeming dangerous yet vulnerable. Though fear filled her, she couldn't take her eyes off him. She couldn't get any closer, nor could she distance herself completely.

In the darkness and rain, the only sound was the man's ragged breathing. This man was unlike any other passerby. He had been shot, but his silence suggested it wasn't his first wound. His face was stern and chiseled, with wrinkles that spoke of years of suffering and cruelty.

A light rain began to fall, and after a long day of school, the girl went to her friend's house. Time flew by there.

As darkness fell, the rain intensified. The girl opened her small umbrella and walked through the dark, rain-soaked alleys. The street was deserted, accompanied only by the sounds of the rain and the patter of drops on the umbrella and the ground.

In the middle of the deserted alley, she suddenly saw a figure sitting against the wall. A tall, muscular man in a rain-soaked leather jacket, blood dripping from his hand onto the ground. He sat with his head slightly bowed, leaning against the wall of the Nemora. His gaze was cold and tired, a mixture of pain and anger.

His steps slowed. Her heart began to beat faster. This man inspired an unusual awe, seeming dangerous yet vulnerable. Though fear filled her, she couldn't take her eyes off him. She couldn't get any closer, nor could she distance herself completely.

In the darkness and rain, the only sound was the man's ragged breathing. This man was unlike any other passerby. He had been shot, but his silence suggested it wasn't his first wound. His face was stern and chiseled, with wrinkles that spoke of years of suffering and cruelty.