It was raining.
You could see many people around you also surprised of the sudden downpour. That was something you expected. The weather reporter after all had said today would be a sunny day, and that there would be no need for umbrellas.
I guess the weather does lie, too, you thought bitterly.
You were walking on the street sidelines, not bothering to avoid either the downpour or the crowd.
As a born ghoul, you knew you shouldn't mind the cold weather. In fact, you should be thankful for it for several reasons. Most of them involve hiding your presence whenever you try and feed, and hiding your tracks when you're done.
As a person, however, with pride and dignity as a human-looking being, you despised the rain.
The rain, not the cold, served as a reminder to you of what you are and what you couldn't exactly be proud of. Unlike other ghouls, you didn't favor prowling out in the streets like some rabid carnivores.
That was probably because you were just too