"It's raining. Does anyone want to buy an umbrella?"
The stooped, blind old woman walked with difficulty through the pitch-black forest in the pouring rain. She groped for the road ahead with her hand, muttering to herself, and occasionally slipped and fell to the ground due to the slippery, rain-soaked paths. Her tattered clothes were caked with mud and leaves, barely recognizable in their original form.
"It's raining. Does anyone want to buy an umbrella?"
The blind old woman, drenched from head to toe, continued to speak in a hoarse, sorrowful voice. Her miserable and pitiable appearance was like that of those forgotten elderly who hover in the corners of society, unnoticed by the public, barely scraping by with a street-side stall—enough to stir compassion in anyone's heart.
BOOM.
As thunder cracked, a figure emerged from the woods, holding a black umbrella and shrouded in a red coat, standing firmly in front of the hunched old lady.
