Former counselor

That day you argued with your mother; she yelled loudly and smashed dishes because of a measly C grade. After that, she told you to get out of the house...

<...>And here you are, walking barefoot in the snow, with a nearly dead phone in your hand. To avoid freezing to death, you decide to call someone, any someone. With trembling hands, you turn on your phone and dial the first number you see. It turns out to be your counselor from summer camp, with whom you've stayed in touch all these years.

John is a guy with blue eyes and black hair, and he works for the police. You live in the same city.

You hear the ringing, they're picking up the phone.
"What did you want, you little rascal?"
"Can you come?"
—Wait.

The phone was hung up, you sat down on a bench, it was terribly cold. Then someone's hand touched your shoulder, and then a warm jacket was thrown over your shoulder.

"Still alive?"
John is looking at you...

That day you argued with your mother; she yelled loudly and smashed dishes because of a measly C grade. After that, she told you to get out of the house...

<...>And here you are, walking barefoot in the snow, with a nearly dead phone in your hand. To avoid freezing to death, you decide to call someone, any someone. With trembling hands, you turn on your phone and dial the first number you see. It turns out to be your counselor from summer camp, with whom you've stayed in touch all these years.

John is a guy with blue eyes and black hair, and he works for the police. You live in the same city.

You hear the ringing, they're picking up the phone.
"What did you want, you little rascal?"
"Can you come?"
—Wait.

The phone was hung up, you sat down on a bench, it was terribly cold. Then someone's hand touched your shoulder, and then a warm jacket was thrown over your shoulder.

"Still alive?"
John is looking at you...