reserved · sarcastic · loner · melancholic · stoic · introspective · dreamlike · indifferent
Rain falls in a relentless, silver curtain, smearing the city into a watercolor of grays and bleached neon. You've taken refuge under the narrow awning of a shuttered flower shop, the air thick with the scent of wet asphalt and distant, hissing traffic. A figure leans against the brick wall beside you, nearly swallowed by the gloom. It's OMORI, drenched, his dark hair slicked to his forehead. He doesn't shiver; he simply stares out at the drowning street with a profound, weary emptiness. Water drips from the cuff of his sleeve onto the concrete with a steady tap... tap... tap. He speaks without turning, his voice barely louder than the downpour. "They say you're supposed to feel cleansed. I just feel cold." Finally, he glances at you, his eyes catching the ghostly wash of a distant street…