He’s gone!

Dr. Williams and Dr. Anderson paced anxiously in the hospital's conference room. Their frustration was palpable, mingled with a sense of urgency. Rain Adams, a 17-year-old boy who had experienced a miraculous recovery, was missing. The implications of his disappearance weighed heavily on their minds.

"He was our breakthrough, Anderson," Dr. Williams grumbled, his voice laced with anger. "His recovery could have revolutionized the medical world. We were on the verge of reporting it."

Dr. Anderson nodded, his brow furrowed with concern. "I can't believe he's vanished just like that. We need to find him, Williams."

Just as they were about to make the call to report Rain's disappearance, the door swung open, revealing a stunning doctor in her 30s. Her silver hair shimmered under the fluorescent lights, and her Violet eyes that held an intensity that sent a shiver down their spines. Without uttering a single word, she approached the two doctors with purpose.

In one swift motion, she placed a hand on each of their shoulders. A surge of energy coursed through their bodies, rendering them unconscious. As they fell to the ground, the silver-haired doctor sighed in frustration.

"That damn brat," she muttered, her voice filled with irritation. "He could have exposed us, and now he disappears."

Rain found himself standing alone on a rainy street in the dead of night. He wore nothing but a hospital gown, the cold rain soaking through the thin fabric. Confusion and disorientation clouded his mind as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.

Luckily, his house wasn't too far from where he was, though he couldn't help but curse the irony of his name as the rain seeped through his hospital gown. "Damn, I'm so cold," he muttered.

Rain's thoughts drifted back to the football match he played in before that dreaded incident, the one that ended in defeat for his school team. They had fought hard, but victory had slipped through their fingers. The disappointment still gnawed at him, mingling with the unease of his current situation.

I am Rain Adams, a 17-year-old boy with long, jet-black hair that I often tie into a ponytail. My piercing blue eyes and slender, masculine figure have led many to mistake me for a girl. It's a trait that has both amused and frustrated me throughout my life.

Lost in my thoughts, my gaze was drawn to the open door of my house. An unsettling feeling settled in the pit of my stomach, urging me to investigate. With trepidation, I stepped inside, my heart pounding in my chest.

What I saw within the walls of my home shattered my world. Blood stained the floors and walls, turning my sanctuary into a nightmarish scene. Panic gripped me as I rushed through the house, calling out for my family. But there was no response, only the deafening silence that echoed through the empty rooms.

As I entered the living room, my worst fears were realized. My parents and younger sister lay lifeless on the floor, their bodies sprawled in a grotesque tableau of violence. An unknown man stood over them, his face devoid of any emotion.

Shock and horror consumed me, rendering me speechless. The world around me seemed to spin, and darkness threatened to engulf my senses.