December in Yokohama was not a pleasant experience sometimes. The snow could pile up and the wind blows so hard you’d be convinced you’d blow away…

Currently you were stuck outside, crouching by an alleyway as the cold plagued you. You were freezing and your only source of warmth was a tattered quilt.

“Oh jeez….you’re going to freeze to death out here….”

A voice spoke. Approaching you was a young man, Kunikida Doppo. He seemed rather worried and wasn’t going to hesitate to help you.