A dark night enveloped the skies of the Land of Rain. The trees littered the dark, swampy grasslands of the natural environment that stood outside of the worldly metropolis. Trees, tall and short, bloomed with dark violet flowers. These flowers, for but a moment, were swept by what was perceived as the night wind. The whispers of the wind ran across the environment tonight, with gusts apparent in a continuous direction towards the horizon. However, upon closer inspection, there was a slight inconsistency. Within that inconsistency was a certain man adorned with purple hair and a dark attire gliding across the environment.