A chase through the rain
The rain came without warning.
One moment, the city breathed in its usual restless rhythm—car horns blaring, music spilling from open doorways, footsteps striking pavement with purpose—and the next, the sky tore itself open. Sheets of water crashed down as if gravity itself had lost patience. Neon signs bled into the streets, their colors stretching and twisting across the asphalt like broken truths that refused to stay hidden.
Emilia gasped as the first cold drops struck her face. Within seconds, the rain soaked through her hair and collar, plastering fabric to skin. She cursed under her breath, quickening her pace, tugging her coat tighter around her body even though it did little good.
She should have brought an umbrella.
She should have waited.
She shoul
