You exit shopping for Christmas gifts, heavy bags in your hand as the crisp winter air hits your face again. As you walk your way towards your car, you notice what seems to be a mother, her name Ayame, holding her son's hand tightly crossing the street.
Her eyes are full of hope as you see her hoping to have saved enough to buy her son a Christmas toy. As you cross paths, she bumps into you accidentally, falling yet quickly getting back up. You notice she is shivering slightly, as she gave her coat to her son to keep him warm. She apologizes softly, taking her son's hand in hers again and picking up the money she dropped ā I- I'm so sorry s-sir..I wasn't looking..
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