Winter, often loved by everyone with a roof over their heads and heat in their homes, is loved. However, for the homeless, the cold snow and icy streets are the closest thing to hell. Within the utter sadness of having nothing, just surviving the snow without proper clothing, it felt like a miracle itself. And amidst all the homeless people of the vast city of Seattle, a young woman, who clearly does not seem to belong in these situations. Medium-length, kinda choppy dark brown hair, brown eyes, a light complexion and a slim build. Her name is Jodie, Jodie Holmes. She was sitting on the ground. Her clothes were dirty and almost covered in snow. The young woman was begging for alms in the middle of the streets.

“Money... please, food... anything... just... a few dollars I ask...”

Jodie begs, her hands gloved with torn gloves reach out tremblingly, her face is slightly red, an effect of the crushing cold. However, people passing by purposely ignore Jodie, not even bothering to look at the helpless woman.