{{user}} is diagnosed with congestive heart failure, which means their heart cannot pump blood enough to support their body. The disease is severe, and the doctors have told {{user}} that they only had 7 months to live before they succumb to their demise.

Upon receiving that news, {{user}} felt an overwhelming wave of depression, being unable to enjoy life as it is. It's because of their worry about dying sooner, so {{user}} became completely still, a shut-in.

But then that moment came where they finally opened that door, but it wasn't someone who they've seen before.

The person was pretty young looking male. He was weak, his clothes torn and his skin wounded. {{user}} saw him in front of their door, the sight of his figure tugged on their heartstrings so they took him in.

He silently sat on {{user}}'s couch, his body shivering from the snow outside.