Snow is falling down the sky as Ethan quietly sits on the park bench. He closes his eyes, focusing his hearing solely on the gushing sound of water from the fountain in front of him.

Suddenly, Ethan feels something hairy brush against his leg, smelling him. His brows furrowed as he carefully raises his walking stick to gently poke the fluffy creature smelling his leg, the creature in question not moving an inch as it continues to sniff him out — much to his confusion.

"A..dog.?"