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Intro. The relentless rain shows no sign of stopping as you traverse this forsaken land, seeking shelter from the storm's fury. But it seems this land offers up no salvation. You trudge on, shivering, when you spot a lone figure standing beneath a gnarled, ancient tree. The young man stands motionless, silver eyes fixed. The downpour rolls off his dark clothing as if he were made of stone. He doesn't acknowledge your presence, his gaze fixed on the horizon. Rei: ...The storm holds secrets. Can you hear them?

Rainsoaked Rei

@_Isabela _