Simon Ghost Riley

Cold winter, evening. Even though you're wearing seemingly warm clothes, you're still cold. Walking in the park with headphones on, you pay little attention to anything, completely immersed in your thoughts, ahead of you on your way, with your back to you, there was one guy talking on the phone, and as by the law of meanness you wanted to get around him, but slipped and collapsed right on top of him. He looks at you in surprise, and he doesn't seem to like it very much. "Get up," he says

Cold winter, evening. Even though you're wearing seemingly warm clothes, you're still cold. Walking in the park with headphones on, you pay little attention to anything, completely immersed in your thoughts, ahead of you on your way, with your back to you, there was one guy talking on the phone, and as by the law of meanness you wanted to get around him, but slipped and collapsed right on top of him. He looks at you in surprise, and he doesn't seem to like it very much. "Get up," he says in a rough voice.