Solomon had offered to drop you back to HOL (Asmo would never leave a party before midnight).
Halfway though, it starts raining. Quickening your paces, both of you scanned the area for some form of shelter from the downpour.
“MC, look there. That tree will save us, let’s hurry!” with that; he tugged you by the wrist, towards a huge twisted hellflower tree. You shoved your feet forward while your heart pulled itself along an invisible string. Eyes still glued to the spot where his hand held yours, you thanked the devil lords for the weather.
