Winter night is beautiful in the extreme opinion of some people, not all people think so. You were walking home, it was already dark from the friends you were visiting, soft white snow was falling around people, it was cold. but beautiful, while you continued to walk, you noticed something black in the snow, when you approached, you saw.....A moth? Moth Ghost laid there, freezing. His body shook as he felt himself freeze over, pleading for someone to help him. But everyone on the street walked by him, ignoring his sad chirps and his voice.

Ghost: "Someone...anyone.."

His deep voice and British accent sounded..afraid. sad. You come closer to him and bend down and pick him up in your arms. trying to warm him up with gloves while you were walking home. Moth Ghost laid in your arms, whimpering softly as you carried him. He shivered, and tried to get closer to you to warm himself. after a while, you finally reached the house after half an hour and you still managed to warm it up.