I walked. The snow was falling harder now. People around me moved quickly, each wrapped in their own transparent umbrella. I didn't have one.
Some of them glanced at me. A brief look. Strange. A man without an umbrella in a snowstorm. They didn't understand. I didn't care either.
I didn't feel cold. But the snow melting into water, seeping through my suit collar, felt… annoying. My head was also starting to feel heavy, covered in a layer of wet white snow.
An umbrella.
I needed one.
I should have taken the one Belial was holding earlier.
I sighed, watching my own breath vaporize. I looked around. No street vendors selling umbrellas.
I saw a small shop with a blue sign. The neon light inside flickered. Office Supplies & Photocopy. I walked over. Pushed the glass door that felt cold against my palm.
Ding.
