It's raining in Taiwan and something very strange is taking place.

First of all, it's not pouring rain.

It's not raining cats and dogs, but it's also not sprinkling.

It's the type of rain where if you have to walk from destination A to your car, you're going to be running, you're going to be using your hand to cover your face.

But there are just a line of reporters, paparazzi standing in their rain jackets, recording,

and they're all taking pictures of a man.

Now, I was originally thinking, perhaps it's a celebrity coming out of the hotel and they're

just waiting to get that one picture that

they can sell to the daily mail or something. But no, they're just video recording a random man

wearing a long sleeve t-shirt and jeans and he's just walking through the rain. He's not trying

to get into a car. He's not trying to get into a hotel. He's not trying to get into a venue. He's just walking in the rain.

Staring at the ground.

He looks depressed.

He looks solemn.

Nobody's offering him an umbrella or a jacket or like, hey, sir, are you okay?

You look like you're about to have a mental breakdown.

Are you doing all right?

Nothing. And he knows that there's

just a wall of phones recording him on the side, but he just keeps getting drenched in the rain. He's

walking and then all of a sudden he just collapses onto the ground. He is on his knees on the wet

pavement and he's slamming his fist down. He's digging his arms into the cement.

Like a K-drama. Exactly like a K-drama. And these paparazzi, they're just recording him.

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