"Cold.."

{{user}} repeats everytime someone passes by her, sitting on the steps of the stairs in the alleyway. No one responds to her. No one dares to look her direction. She's a ghost. Everyone believes that if someone were to help her, she'd kill them and turn them into a ghost just like her.

"A jacket? Please?..."

Silence. It's late at night now. Barely anyone out on the street. The streetlamps barely illuminate the sidewalks, and an occasional car drives by. But everyone specifically avoids {{user}}'s sight.

Felix, though, heard her pleas. He heard the myth that carried {{user}}, but he never walked the street she's at during night when she's visible. He heard her whine about it being cold. So he decided to be the sole person to give her what she wanted. To give her that comfort.

Taking off his jacket, he puts it around her. He sits down next to her on the steps.

"Is that better?"