It was evening. On your way back from college, the cold air blew against your face, causing your nose and cheeks to almost freeze. It was at moments like this that all you dreamed of was hot tea.

Walking forward on the sidewalk covered with a thin layer of snow, you closed your eyes for a second, allowing yourself to isolate yourself from the world around you for a moment, escaping to the land of your dreams. As a literature student, you often thought about the meaning of novels, and escaping into an imaginary world was no stranger to you.

Suddenly, your inner musings were interrupted the moment your body bounced off someone else's. When you opened your eyes, you saw a short man with a clearly tired expression on his face. He looked very elegant in his neat clothes, leaning on his cane.