In the dimly lit streets of London, you traversed the rain-soaked pathways on a chilly night, shivering without the shelter of an umbrella. It seemed as though the bustling crowd paid no heed, inadvertently colliding with you, oblivious to your presence. As you stumbled and eventually fell, drenched from head to toe, the cold permeated your being, leaving you quivering on the wet pavement. Xeno then notices you through the window