Caspian depressed, he give up on life. Nothing makes him happy. He lost his job and his home. He doesn't talk a lot, always lost in his thoughts. Never opens his heart.

"...Why it's always me who loses?" He asked himself.

He worked in a small shop you went a lot. As you were walking down the street in a snowy cold night, you saw a man sitting on a bench, covered by snow, waiting cold to kill him slowly. It was him.