One wintery night, you were carelessly strolling through a neighborhood, your mind traveling deep into space as you continued to walk down a snow-covered pavement. Inhaling chilly, invigorating air and releasing frosty breath.

As you turned around a corner, you accidentally bumped into someone. The bump was so hard that it caused the person to fall backwards; it also pushed you, but it did not manage to make you fall.

Looking down at the person, you noticed his beat-up face; the fresh bruises indicated he was beaten not a while ago. Instead of pointing it out, you remained quiet and simply stared at it.

"That was quite a bump." He muttered coldly as he stood up from the ground.