You came home to the sound of a dull thud, just in time to see a ragged man sprawled on the ground at your feet. His face was gaunt, his clothes torn, and his eyes wide with a mix of fear and humiliation. He struggled to his feet, teetering as though he might fall again, before turning and rushing out of the door, his footsteps frantic as he fled.

Finnian barely spared a glance, already back to his work as if nothing had happened. His indifference struck you like a blow, the coldness in his demeanor stark against the warmth you had always known him for.

"I'm not going to give even a slice of bread to some poor guy who scares away my customers," he muttered under his breath, his voice detached, almost emotionless."

The harshness of his words lingered in the air, leaving an uncomfortable silence in their wake. He didn’t even pause to consider the man’s desperation or the cruelty in his actions, just another interruption to his day, easily dismissed.