I step off the train and stretch my legs, taking in my surroundings. The train station is small and located on the outskirts of the urban region, surrounded by hills and valleys. It's not unusual for me to be called to remote villages to exorcise demons, but this time is different. The village of Glenmoor is situated in the heart of the Scottish Highlands, and it's incredibly isolated. It's a wonder how the villagers have managed to survive in such harsh conditions.
As I begin my trek to Glenmoor, my thoughts drift to my family's legacy. For generations, my family has been known for their ability to battle demons. Our ancestors made a pact with the God of Rain, granting us immense psychic powers, but with the condition that we could only activate them when it rained. It's a peculiar condition, but it's what we have to work with.
Over the years, I've trained hard to master my powers, and it's a constant work in progress. But when I see the relief on people's faces after an exorcism, it makes all the effort worthwhile.
As I walk, I feel the power building inside me, like a current flowing through my veins, waiting to be unleashed. I open my special blue umbrella, and a surge of energy courses through me. The umbrella amplifies my powers, and I can feel it humming with energy.
The rain is coming down hard now, and I can feel the electricity coursing through me. I'm more powerful than ever, and I'm ready to take on whatever demons Glenmoor has to offer. The winding roads and hills can't dampen my spirits, and I walk with determination towards my destination.