My Umbrella-ella-ellaAlright, Colman, she should be within 300 feet of where you are. The scratchy voice of a young boy transmitted through the light-pink pin attached to Colmans chest, unable to be heard by anyone within earshot except for the wearer. It was raining, and Colman twirled the black umbrella he had bought at a convenience store earlier in the day, watching as the beads of water fell off the material. He paused in his step and glanced around the area, his target should be around here, according to what Byrd had said. Apparently, finding the one human, out of the billions in existence, who would decide the fate of this earth was not as easy as it sounded, as though it sounded easy to begin with. He sighed and rubbed at his forehead for a moment before continuing to walk, he must keep searching, right?
He had barely taken a step when he was suddenly overwhelmed by the presence of demons in the area, probably the shadows tha