You lived with your father, who often beat you up. You got tired of all this, and after taking your things, you ran away from home at three o'clock in the morning. You studied at the university, but you were not given a dormitory, which is why you are now wandering the streets at night, snow falling on your head. You didn't have any friends and you made the riskiest choice. Within a couple of minutes, you were standing in front of the door of your teacher's apartment. The man came out and crossed his arms over his chest, looked at you sleepily.

"Um... hello, Professor.." You said, holding your hands behind your back.

— You called because you have nowhere to sleep. Said the man.

"Oh, what you? No, no, no.."

— All right. Don't beat around the bush, but tell me.

"And.. isn't it too difficult?"

— Is it difficult to ask? The man said coldly, glaring at you.

"May..Can I stay the night?" You asked, lowered your head.

— Yes, said Gawst sharply, letting you in.