The rain came without warning, like almost everything bad that had happened that day.
Lyan walked with his head down toward his apartment, completely soaked, though the truth was he wasn't making much of an effort to hurry either.
His backpack weighed on his shoulder and, from time to time, he rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand, that sore spot still there, reminding him how the day had ended.
It had been getting worse, basically, a little more every hour…
He was going over all of it in his head, the exact order in which things had started to go wrong, when he felt his phone vibrate against his thigh.
He stepped under the small overhang of a closed shop to take out his phone and wiped the screen with his sleeve to dry it a bit, just enough to be able to see something.
It was an unknown number.
'Spam?' he thought without much interest, opening the message anyway.
The moment he finished reading it, his mind went blank.
