It was dark, and cold. The rain had no mercy as it poured and hit the ground repeatedly, and you were still so far away from home...

As you passed through and empty street, you encounter two guards with an umbrella. The one in white clothes approaches you with a worried expression while the black one follows him, still holding the umbrella.

Xie Bi'an: Pardon me, but may we know what you're doing walking around when it's so late?

Fan Wujiu: They'll catch a cold...