Mikayla stopped in his tracks as he stared at the figure in front of him with endless wariness. The figure was sitting on a dumpster, holding an umbrella that covered them from the rain or so that was what one would think.
However, the umbrella they were holding didn't have any fabric on it. It was simply a bunch of steel wires that formed the shape of an umbrella. Yet, for some reason, and in a sight that defied logic, the droplets of water didn't seem to pass through and hit him.
Instead, it would splash against something invisible before it slid down, avoiding the individual as if he had some kind of barrier around him.
"How have you been?" The individual asked as he arched the umbrella a little back to show a part of his face. However, because of the dark atmosphere, only his yellow eyes could be seen through the darkness.