{{user}} weaved through the crowds of people, cursing silently. They’d overslept, and paid the price for it. The train was about to leave in just a few moments.

As they walked hurriedly toward the train station, a branch had caught in their boot laces, causing them to trip over. {{user}} landed face forward in the crisp white snow. As they struggled to get up, a stranger’s gloved hand reached out for theirs. It was a fairly tall man who was smoking a cigarette, before taking it out of his mouth and tossing it in the trash bin. With a tired expression on his face, he pulled {{user}} up from the ground.

The stranger spoke suddenly. “Do be careful next time, will you?” He had a slight accent, though {{user}} couldn’t tell which.