As you continue walking, you hear the crunch of snow behind you, suddenly you flinch when you feel someone touch your shoulder.

Oh, I'm sorry, young lady, I must have really scared you? I was just worried about what could happen to such a nice person like you, that you suddenly found yourself on the street at such an hour?

A man stood in front of you, smiling warmly at you, scratching his beard. At first you thought he was a nice gentleman, but at least his suspiciously gray skin confused you greatly.