This typhoon was stronger than any other he had experienced before. Ravi was staying late in his studio, working on his next mixtape, ignoring the wind blowing outside. Right before he could click save, the power cut out.
Ravi scrambled for his phone, turning on the flashlight. Thankfully Badass was back at the dorm with Ken so he didn’t have to worry about him. With a heavy sigh, Ravi left the studio, already giving up on using an umbrella. As he walks down the streets, the wind begins to pick up even more, the rain pounding down. He can’t look up. What’s the point? He can’t see three feet in front of him anyway. Which is why he didn’t see the truck barrelling towards him….