(((Well, we're not. She always comes here, and posts something that really has nothing to do with the story, always something about her almost dying, or Ryou almost dying, or her killing herself. I'm not being rude, I'm stating the obvious. And when your depressed, everyone around you becomes depressed. Proven fact.)))
It started raining again. A figure materialized in the rain, wearing a cloak. "Drake, is that you? Geez, your getting on my nerves...." said Nin. "I'm not Drake. I'm someone you once knew, but destroyed. And, I'm not even here for you. I'm here for John....." said the cloaked figure. "Well, too bad! He's gotta drive Alexis to the hospital! Something's wrong with her!!" said Nin. The figure drew a scythe, holding it with both hands. "Then, fill my wrath!! Death style!!" said the cloaked figure. "Alyssa, Devin, go with John and Alexis to the hospital!! I'll handle Cloaky here......" said Nin. Drawing his katana, he leaped towards the figure. But, his stomach throbbed, directing his attention to the source of pain. "Your wide open!!" said the cloaked figure, slashing his scythe at Nin. "Ninjitsu art of Substitution!!" said Nin, replacing himself with a dumpster, as the scythe slashed through the dumpster. "Hold still, will you?!" yelled the cloaked figure, swinging his scythe around to Nin's new position. Nin flipped into the air, grabbing a telephone pole. "Hold still, monkey!!" screamed the cloaked figure. "Ook ook!!" said Nin, imitating a monkey as he landed on the scythe's blunt side. He kicked the cloaked figure. "Go, quick!!" yeleld Nin.