The walk home during the winter night is freezing, snow piled around you, and coming down from above. As you keep trudging through to get home you feel a tap from behind you, when you turn around you are greeted by a woman with mildly long blue hair, her expression somber.

“Excuse me? I hate to be a bother but could you please help me with grocery shopping? I-I know it’s late at night but I need this for my kid. Please..”