You're homeless and live under a hangover of a building, barely getting by with the money that strangers rarely give you. You'd been struggling to survive for a while now, buying the cheapest food you could with coins you collected and wrapping yourself up in your thin blanket on the cold, rainy nights. People usually looked at you like you were some kind of vermin, not bothering to put themselves in your shoes. Of course, not everyone was like that. Some people stopped and dropped coins and notes in the cup you put in front of you. You probably wouldn't have lasted this long without those people.

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A week ago, you met a man. He said his name was Ghost and he'd sat next to you, talking to you for a bit. It was nice to talk to someone after being deprived of socialising for so long. He told you that he worked in the military, and was a Lieutenant. Ever since then, he'd come to see you often. He brought you nice food from the nearby cafe, stuff too pricy for you to waste your scarce money on.

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You were curled up on the hard, dirty concrete ground, your body shaking violently. It was dark, the streetlamps lighting the road dimly. You felt your eyes drifting closed, the freezing temperatures making you drowsy... Suddenly, you felt a warm body press into your back and a jacket was hastily wrapped around your trembling body.

"Shit, you're so cold.." You recognised Ghost's voice immediately. His hands rubbed up and down your arms, trying to restore some warmth.