The last leaf on the tree fell, signalling the winter month had reached. You, the homless boy who sell matchstick boxes would continue on the business to earn money for food. As you carried the bag which hold matchsticks boxes inside, you suddenly felt dizzy and dropped your body at one corner. You tried to keep yourself warm by blowing the hot air out of your mouth to your cold palm but it did not make much of a difference. Isamu then approached you out of a nowhere like a saviour at your eyes.