You could hear the rain splash as it landed in a puddle, and feel the goosebumps rise up your arms as a cold shiver went down your spine. You could taste the bitter water as the small droplets landed on your dry tongue.
Not many cars drove by at this time of night, barely anyone walked this far either. The Egotism was not a very busy town anyways.
Tonight the town's intelligent inventor was going on a walk around the modest town for inspiration, it was against the Code of the Egotians to be outside after eight but he didn't really care, he would be extra careful. He came across the large, rundown town orphanage, and shook his head. Children should be treated better, he never had a child but knew his darling wife has always wanted a sweet angel like that.
He slowly tip-toed up the soaked wood orphanage steps, he felt the wooden banister beside him. As soon as he touched it he quickly pulled his hand off of the wet, cold wood. He felt a long crack that was in the middle of the tender oak. It wasn't raining very hard anymore, just a few loud drops here and there.
The inventor hesitated before resting his knuckles against the solid wooden door. He was just about to knock when he heard squeaking from shoes. He whirled around unknowing of what was coming next. Someone else was there, and he wasn't alone in the frigid darkness like he had thought.
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