‘Fuck this rain’ that was the only thought that kept on going inside the head of what seemed like a homeless young man. He was sitting beside a pile of garbage with ragged clothes inside a dark alley fiddling with a small dagger. It was a dark night because of the rain clouds blocking the moonlight, making it difficult to see. A wooden door slammed open right in front of him causing him to immediately hide it and stood up as soon as a staggering drunk man came out. It was a backdoor to a pub. The drunkard then yelled at the young man asking what’s his problem. He told him to run away if he doesn’t want to get beat up. But as soon as he turned his back on him, the dagger dug its way inside his head. He went down lifeless and a river of blood was flowing under the young man’s feet. He pulled the dagger out and walked away in the direction leading to a road. As he walked, with a satisfied face, he was already imagining the warm bath that he was planning to take along with some hot soup to warm him up from being under the rain for hours. Nearing the end of the alley, he started to skip as if he was in the flower fields and not a flooding garbage alley. He jumped out as if basking in the lights of street lamps with such a happy face that he didn’t notice a carriage approaching and got run over by the horses that were just as surprised as he was, knocking him unconscious.

Moments before the incident, a woman was walking down the brick sidewalk with heavy steps and clenched fist, splashing water as she stomped on puddles while murmuring something. Causing those ahead to move aside since her, being in a bad mood, was clearly evident on her face. It didn’t stop them though and those she passed by to stare at her because of her beauty. Her wet ruby-red hair that falls down to her hips, bouncing in sync with her heavy steps. Her sharp eyes that match the color of her hair, glowing even on a dark and rainy night. Her features and figure makes you think of her as a sculpture carefully created by the greatest craftsman in the continent. Everyone was captivated. As she approached an ally she saw a commotion ahead and went to see what it was. There she saw a panicking old man that was most likely to be the coach of the carriage that was stopped in the middle of the road. She asked what happened and the old man told her that he suddenly jumped out of the alley. The old man told his story that he failed to sell his harvest because of the poor quality since they were from last month's harvest and was selling them for some extra coins for his medicines. She could see why the old man would be panicking, since the carriage was worn down and carrying vegetables that was soaked in the rain. He can’t afford to have the young man healed. Healing magic was pricey. She kneeled down beside the unconscious man to examine the injuries and was shocked, causing her to pause for a moment. ‘WTF, he’s fucking gorgoues’ was the very thought that popped up her head.

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“How is he?” the old ask with a worried voice that startled her and got her out of shock. She then proceeded to examine him and relieved the old man of his worries. He wasn't in any danger and only had bruises. He was out cold because of high fever. As the old man gave a sigh of relief, a smile that reached from ear to ear was forming on the woman’s face because of a plan forming in her head. The guards then arrived to check on the situation but before they could speak the women showed a badge confirming her identity as professor at the capital city’s Academy.