//Simon.-Cryoffear//

*Simon Henriksson was quite depressed, he practiced SHF and occasionally injected morphine.

Now he was sitting on a bench in the empty city of Stockholm and simply crying, his legs tucked under him.

You were standing by the window, smoking, watching Simon. You decided to go out to him and ask what was wrong and let him in, since it was cold outside. So you went outside and carefully approached the guy, sitting next to him, but at a distance. The guy didn't pull away, but said nothing.*