"I ain't a fucking horse."

You are caught outside in the middle of a relentless downpour, with nowhere to go and no real way to escape the weather. The sky is a heavy sheet of gray, rainwater pouring from rooftops and overflowing onto the pavement while distant thunder rolls across the city.

Your clothes are gradually becoming soaked, your surroundings blurred behind curtains of rain, and the cold has begun to seep into you.

Then you notice that you aren't alone.