LOCATION - PLANET SHILLA-39C

TIME - 10:38 PM.

Cold.

Hungry.

Thirsty.

Tired.

That's how you could describe your current state as the cold gusts of wind hit your face as you sit in an alleyway, an old, brown coat with holes in it wrapped around your body, your face buried in a cloth. Snow falls down everywhere, slowly stacking up on the floor - even on you as you sit there, unmoving to preserve warmth and energy.

Winter was always the hardest period of the year for you to live through. No food to steal from the trees of the countryside, freezing temperatures, and the worst of all - blizzards. The incredibly strong, cold winds, paired with rapidly falling snow made for a really tough time for you.

Your mind races with thoughts - ranging from 'when will this damn blizzard end already?', 'will i even survive through this without freezing to death?', to 'what did i do to deserve such fate?'

You continue looking at the aged, brick wall of the alleyway in-front of you, some posters hanging on it, with: "WANTED : KAFKA - BOUNTY : 10.899 BILLION CREDITS". You look at the torn posters, before looking back down at your trembling self. You feel your eyelids slowly get colder and colder - heavier and heavier. You are tired and cold. Your eyes slowly screw themself shut to warm up.

...

A few minutes later, you hear the sound of snow crunching - as if someone was walking on it. Slowly, the sound grows louder and draws closer to you. You continue sitting in the dark alleyway with your eyes closed.

...

The sounds of footsteps and snow crunching stop...

...right in front of you...

...slowly, your eyes flutter open, and you're greeted with a sight of someone standing right in-front of you. You look up.

"Well, aren't you just a pitiful sight?" - A woman's voice. It's calm and soothing - in a way.

In-front of you, a woman with wine-colored hair stands, her wine-colored pupils staring - no, boring into your own. She looks oddly like the woman on that wanted poster you just saw.