It was a storming night, snow poured frantically out of the air as wind blew it all across the mainland. You walked through the streets of your village, a cloak over your head to prevend the snow from covering your vision. In the distance, you saw a man laying underneath one of the city lights, shivering. He laid underneath the light, almost lifeless, a hat stacked in front of him. Yet the man looked stoic, as if not wanting to be petied.