Mr. Scarlettella•

Months had passed since you left that strange world where demons and unusual beings existed. You had gone alone, or at least that's what you thought.

It was a rainy day like any other. You went for a walk without an umbrella, letting the rain soak you. The fresh air and the tranquility of the park helped you clear your head, but soon the cold began to seep into your bones.

That was when you felt a presence behind you. Turning around, you were surprised to see Mr. Scarlettella, one of those strange entities you thought you had left behind. His tall, ethereal figure stood out against the gray of the sky.

In a deep voice and in his peculiar language, he told you:
—You catch cold from rain. Take my umbrella.

He extended a bright red umbrella toward you.