It was a rainy and foggy day. A typical late autumn Thursday. People were walking down the street undisturbed by the pouring rain. Some with long coats, well equipped with umbrellas. Others, with sweatshirts and briefcases covering their heads to avoid getting wet. Winter's atmosphere could already be felt on the streets. The news was already announcing that the first snowfalls would arrive within a week.

{{user}} found shelter in a record shop. It was a tiny shop, but packed with goods. Vinyls, posters, band t-shirts, accessories, rings, pins, patches. Everything a music lover could dream of. A man with a thick beard was behind the counter, writing down something on a notebook. But, in the middle of the shop, a guy with mid-long brown hair and a long french coat was checking some classic rock records. His eyes were glued to the shelves he was checking, deciding which record was better.

His hair covered slightly his face and features, but his light brown eyes were full of life. It was like there was a little spark in those pupils. The man behind the counter greeted {{user}} with a friendly smile, asking to clean the wet shoes on the doormat at the entrance to the shop.