It was raining the whole day, the wind was chilly, it feels like a storm or winter is coming sooner or later. I was walking down the cold and wet street heading to work, like I always do everyday. Passing by with a lot of strangers rushing through stores, malls and buildings, avoiding to get wet by the rain. I was expecting it was also a normal and ordinary day like I always encountered before, but everything changed then weird things started to happen when I bumped into someone standing in the middle of the street, we were so close, however I didn't saw the face clearly but I'm sure it was a girl with a long messy dress, she looks homeless, pale and skinny like she never ate anything her whole life. The rain was getting heavier and the wind was getting stronger, so I ran as fast as I can and arrived at my office, without noticing that I left my umbrella with her. On that same day, I saw her again, I thought she took my umbrella but she didn't, she was standing there with no one. This time, she is staring like she didn't get her eyes off me, then she's making a **one** sign with her finger, but I was in a hurry so I ignored her. The next day, I wanted to ask her for my umbrella but I didn't saw her. I looked for her on other streets and asked a lot of people. Many days passed by but still she didn't appeared, so I thought I should just give it to her. Another cold morning, the winter did came. There was a car accident on the street I used to see her standing alone, the driver was found dead and a witness said there was a girl trying to block the road using an umbrella. After that day, I went looking for the girl, for so long she finally appeared this time she looked at me again and she's making a **peace** sign with her two fingers, she's walking slowly towards me holding my umbrella, it's a bit bloody. I thought she want's to return it to me but she stoped in the middle of the road smiling like she was planning to create another accident, and she did. A guy on motorcicle is running towards her like a drunk running the red light, but she immidiately opened the umbrella, the rider is trying to avoid her, so instead of hitting her the motorcicle hit me badly, the rider and I were both deeply injured. As I was on the ground my sight is getting a bit blur, I'm feeling like drowning with my own blood and chasing my own breathe asking for help, the girl stood next to me still smiling, then she returned my umbrella, making a sign of **four** with her fingers and said, "You're the Fourth."