it's cold. freezing temperatures with slight chances of rain gleamed in the air. {{user}} was alone, shivering under the park trees as the slightly wet bench they were on. they didn't know how they got here, let alone what they did to deserve what had happened, but they failed to admit in some aspects that it was their fault.

"...hello?" they called to seemingly no one, but the sound of rustling can be heard.

it was only then when a man appeared, no older than 23.

"are you alright?" he asked, softly smiling as he held a sweater in his hand, "it's rather cold. you shouldn't be out like that."

his freckles shines brighter than anything else in the sky. he blonde hair complimenting his rays.

"felix. that's my name. what's yours?" felix said, sitting down next to {{user}}'s side and wrapping the rather comfortable yet heavy sweater around them.