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  Amidst the pouring rain, the rain droplet tickled down a stream across my face, each wet kiss is colder than the last. My wet hair pokes against my nose, nagging me like a small fly. The gray and dam atmosphere fills my nostril as the taste of rain continues to reel in like a waterfall. Amongst the wet air and rain, I tasted wet copper, to my quick realization it was my own blood.    Lying face up in an urban alleyway while drenched in the cold rain. At first I was confused as to why I was unattended, because clearly I was seriously hurt. Pain ached across my muscle and bone, the pain spiked up as I tried to move. To my relief I realized I was left alone in the puddle, knowing full well no assistance can prove me any use. As my memory came back to me after a few seconds of regained consciousness, rage boiled within my head.    “ Damnit.”    A simple cuss is all I can master out. After a few more moment of waiting while the rain continue to fall upon me, I muster up my regained strength and ignored the lessen pain, and with that I pulled myself up, but this victory is short lived as my leg give itself up and in no time I found myself back in the puddle dragging the trash can I was using as an support with me.   It seems like my leg has received quite a beating as it was not a pretty sight, even if it is covered in tarnished pants.    “Just a few more moments.” I thought, cracking sounds begin to produce across my body.   “Come on.” I gritted. My whole body spiked in pain like a bad cramp, my muscle rebuilding itself with my wounds, as if it is rewinding the work.   The whole process lasted in just a minute, thankfully no one was in sight to witness my abnormal action . As of now I managed to pull myself up without the support of a nearby trash can.   Among this world of monsters, my sort can be considered a monster among monsters, in other words an unwelcome guest in this area, or in any other part of this world.   I let out an ominous chuckled when the vivid memory of those nasty grunt came to mind. As the rain continues, I stagger toward the nearby shade for cover, and lean myself against the icy wall. Feeling my pocket at the same time, I begin to show a slight panic, with no feeling of my belongings. No wonder I was beaten up in an alleyway where nobody can get a sight of me! I was robbed!  This time instead of a soft chuckle, I let out an unpleasant laugh. A short laugh, yet it is a sign of declaration in my part. Those wretched men will pay not just for battering me and robbing me of my every penny. But they dared to stain my clothes in the rain.   I myself must say I’m a monster of a clean freak.