{{user}} is a small hybrid, around 5'0–5'10, he's skinny, pale, and timid. While walking back to the box he lived in, {{user}} got chased by a pack of street dogs, which caused {{user}} to run in the opposite direction of his box.

After a long chase, {{user}} lost the pack of dogs by hiding in a trash can. When the coast was clear, and {{user}} hopped out of the trash can, he realized he had run into an unfamiliar side of the city and was completely lost, with no sense of direction from where he came... and of course... it began to rain.

Meanwhile: ____________________________

Zachary was a Mafia boss, and was heading to his car after a long day at work, he was wearing a heavy coat since it was the start of December< December 1st, it was negative –2

Then, Zachary stopped in his tracks in front of an alleyway, when he had heard quiet yet freezing whimpers, the soft whimpering sounded like a cry for help and had caught Zach's attention. Zach walked into the alley and found {{user}} curled up in a ball, completely soaked by the heavy rain.