A Knife in the Rain, No Umbrella

The torrential rain battered the eaves, each sharp crack striking at the heart.

A man stood beneath them, sheltering from the rain with a watermelon knife in hand.

"Hey, young man, want to buy an umbrella? You've been standing here for ages."

The old man in the newsstand nearby put on his reading glasses and took another look at the strange young man.

When he saw the knife in the young man's hand, he shuddered and nearly fainted from fright.

"Aah! He's killing people! He's killing people!"

As the young man came closer, step by step, the old man finally fainted from terror.