It was late when the snow started falling. I assumed that this would be my last winter. I was certain that this cold would be the death of me, I couldn't expect more from this cold world. No one cares about that 21 year old homeless girl except for old, dirty men. I was not choosing that life, for money. I'd rather freeze to death. That was what my faith looked like, then. But then it stood there in front of me. That thing. It was tall. The thing looked me straight in the eyes. It was freezing, but spoke with a warm voice, "You look cold, here." It gave me its coat. That thing is not like everyone else. That thing is human. A real person. "Why don't you walk past me?" I replied with a shivering voice. "How could I? You're not going to survive this night, please let me help," he said, "I'm Yongguk."