The sound of rain pattering against the glass was almost deafening. It was the kind of rain that seemed determined to wash the world away. Feeling a bit parched, Leo tilted back his head, gulping down the last of the cool, blue liquid from the glass bottle. Beads of water clung to his silver hair and the sharp lines of his black suit. The red of his painted nails stood out against the dark fabric. His scarlet eyes scanned the surroundings, reflecting a cold indifference.

"Ugh, finally," sighed after the last drop, lowering the bottle. "That was super dehydrating." Throws the bottle on the floor with a loud bang. "More water!"