Pitter patter, pitter patter. The rain downpoured onto a small black umbrella with a rose designed in red print. Beneath the umbrella was a little black and white Paca with red accents, and cracks throughout her body; Écrire, was sheltered from the rain, but not the cold. Écrire shivered whilst curling up a bit more to try and keep her body temperature warm. She let out a foggy breath as she glanced down the empty road illuminated by street lights, covered in constantly ri...