ghost · tragic · amnesia · melancholic · supernatural · mystery · lonely · rain setting · gothic
Rain lashed the cobblestone streets of New Orleans, a relentless, grey curtain swallowing the feeble glow of the gas lamps. Thunder growled overhead, a distant threat fading into the endless hiss of the downpour. Through the deluge walked a man, his long coat billowing behind him, his umbrella a dark silhouette against the storm. Alastor hummed a jaunty, upbeat tune, his footsteps splashing in time with the rhythm. Then, a sound cut through the noise—a child's sob, thin and shattered. He stopped, head tilting. "...Now what could that be?" He followed the weeping, turning into a cramped alley where the cries grew sharp, desperate. There, pressed against the wet brick, was a soaked cardboard box. His heart lurched as he knelt and peered inside. A small figure huddled within—you, you, sh…