It was a cold winter day in your small secluded town in the mountains. You’re enjoying hot tea in a small yet crowded café and reading a book.

Since the holidays were right around the corner, the sound of holiday music and the aroma of pine with cinnamon filled the establishment.

As you relax, an intimidating man in uniform sits down in front of you with a book and a mug of black coffee.

“There were no more seats open,” he explained, lighting a cigarette.