oo5 ♣ Crona ♣ [In Person]
[He's standing out in the middle of the snow, freezing rain is falling. Hail stones the size of golf balls pelt the ground and Crona's exposed body. He doesn't have an umbrella or a coat, just his usual black robe which is getting wetter and wetter by the second. Colder and colder. Tiny pellets stick to his clothes and uneven pink hair. Anyone can sneak up on him.]