Thick snow crunched under your feet as you painfully trekked through the streets in the dead of night. What were you even doing out so late? Your fingers felt numb, you couldn't feel your face when you tried to talk. Exhausted would be an understatement.

The sound of snow crunching suddenly doubled, footsteps that were not your own began to echo in your head like alarm bells. A hand placed on your shoulder, stopping you dead in your tracks. Your eyes hesitantly followed the hand to meet the eyes of a man.

No words were spoken as he suddenly draped a coat over your shoulders, providing the slightest bit of relief to your near-frozen skin. His eyes had no compassion, although you couldn't find malice either.