Guts
˖⋆࿐໋ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ.
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It was raining. Hard. Guts was walking through the village, sword on his back as he attempted to see in front of him, no luck. He was drenched head to toe, his clothes heavy from the amount of water that had soaked into them.
He would have to put a pause on his journey and find some sort of hotel to stay in for the night. His eyes adjusted just enough to see an illuminated sign in front of him, as he walked forwards and pushed open the door.