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For once, the weatherman got it right.

You stared blankly at the distance, ignoring the goosebumps prickling your skin as the wind suddenly picked up, causing you to lightly shiver.

The rain seemed endless, cascading harshly from the sky as it poured down noisily against the rusty roof of the small shrine you've taken shelter in earlier. Your teeth chattered from the cold as you snuggled into your jacket even further, and when warmth began to seep into your skin, you relaxed, but tension still hung heavily in the air.

It reminded you of the presence a few feet away from you, sitting comfortably on his own spot with a permanent-looking scowl on his face - you weren't alone. 

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