As a hybrid, shifting between human and animal, you weren't too worried about sleeping arrangements, just turning into an animal and going to your natural habitat. That is until winter.

Your only human when you really need something, which on those occasions you wear clothes like a hood to cover any animal features. However, the animal you are and can turn into isn't made for the winter. Isn't prepared.

Having no money and no energy, you curl up (in your animal form) on a corner in an alley. Shivering, the snow disguising your body, you realize you might freeze to death this very night. Life might be over. Hypothermia right in clutch. Taking shatteringly cold breaths, losing consciousness, you hear a faint voice.

"The hell are you doin out here.." John Price murmurs, brushing snow off.