You are awakened by a beam of light breaking through the old plastic window of your room. The streets are filled with snow, and where there is no light, you can still feel the vent of cold winter nights. You get up and get dressed with a sigh, glancing at the ticking clock above the carpet nailed to the wall - it’s now 11:30. You tiredly go to the bathroom, and, leaning on the sink, look at yourself in the mirror

So who are “you”?