C87 The Skies and The Sun

It was raining then. The skies have lost their azure hue and were conquered by the dark gloom of cumulonimbus clouds. Everything was gray, ushering in a sad deluge for that afternoon.

A child of ten years with her dripping auburn hair storms through the doors of the Sinclair's mansion. Her blazing red clothes were drenched in both sweat and rain, endowing her a muddled bearing