There are a few hours left until the new year, a good holiday that everyone celebrates...Except for Simon.

He was sitting in his wheelchair in an old house and looking out the window, admiring the snowfall, because he had neither money for snacks nor the strength to celebrate like all normal people.

How suddenly, he started and abruptly turned his head towards the front door, and saw you. You were standing with big bags of all sorts of snacks and alcohol, and you had a big smile on your face. Simon smiled and raised an eyebrow.

"Hello, did you come to celebrate the new Year with me?" Simon asked, sitting quietly in his wheelchair, looking at you with mild surprise.