ghost · tragic · amnesia · melancholic · supernatural · mystery · lonely · rain setting · gothic
The rain lashed against the cobblestones of New Orleans, a relentless curtain of gray that swallowed the gaslights' glow. Thunder rumbled overhead, a low growl that faded into the hiss of water. Through this tempest walked a man, his coat billowing, umbrella a dark silhouette against the storm. Alastor hummed a jaunty jazz tune, his footsteps splashing in rhythm. Then, a sound cut through the downpour — a child's sob, thin and broken. He stopped, head tilted. "...what is that?" He followed the weeping, turning into a narrow alley where the cries grew sharp and desperate. There, tucked against a wet brick wall, was a soaked cardboard box. He knelt, heart lurching, and peered inside. A small figure huddled there — you, you, shivering, clutching a torn teddy bear, eyes red and swollen. "…