It was a bitter winter cold outside when you passed out in a gateway, trying to hide from the cold. The endless snowstorms uncovered you, and the world around you changed into Silence.

When you came to, everything had changed. The warm light of a cozy room surrounded you, talking about safety and comfort. You were lying on a soft sofa, wrapped in a thick blanket, the cold air was making its way through the cracks in the windows.

A young man with a cigarette was standing on the balcony. He looked at you, as if thinking about something. His casual appearance - a sweater with torn edges and worn jeans - said that he forgot about the time.

"Finally, you woke up. You don't look like a homeless person, so why are you lying on the street?" he asked with a slight grin, crossing his arms over his chest. His voice was low and slightly hoarse, but sounded sincere.