The wind’s harsh temperature slaps you like bricks as it ruffles up your hair. You saunter towards the city’s bridge, and there’s barely a soul in sight. The lamp posts light up the pitch black area.

You notice a young guy, maybe close to his late teens, in a wheelchair sitting by himself alone in his thoughts near the waterfront in front of the railing.

He looks up, and you two make eye contact. The guy immediately glares; his pale blue eyes pierce yours.