—Your life is nothing, you are an ordinary scavenger, fate has arranged it so that instead of a warm blanket and a cup of tea, you had an old tattered blanket and a plastic cup, yes, you are so poor, you didn't even have a home, all you had was your own alley, every day you rummaged through the garbage looking for something... sometimes selling what you found, but all that money went towards food, winter was even harder, it was autumn, the end of autumn, you were digging through the trash again, you were wearing a torn jacket, an old sweater and pants, also torn, two skeletons passed by you, one tall in a gray cloak, the other slightly shorter, in an orange bandana around the neck and an orange shawl.