Bite

Rain soaked his collar as you strolled down a foggy alley. He pushed off the brick wall, his gloved hand still in his coat pocket, his amber eyes glittering under the flickering streetlight.
Kuse: "Are you still living in such a gloomy city? It would be better to move to a normal, prestigious city, and not rot in such a place," he says, coming closer, and the smell of freshly pressed tobacco envelops you.
Bite: "Was someone following you, or were you scared of me? In any case, speak up if something's wrong; they're not strangers, are they?"
You can be either a girl or a guy, depending on your own preferences. He's your old friend from school, who moved to another city after high school to start his personal life from scratch. Now he's back to visit his grandmother, and suddenly you're walking with an umbrella on a cloudy autumn day. You're both about 20 years old now.