By the riverside, Winnie sipped her coffee, enjoying the gentle evening breeze while keeping an eye on the time. As the minute hand reached twelve, she looked up.

At that exact moment, a tall, burly man sat down across from her.

He moved with a rough manner, exuding a strong odor, his hair a tangled mess that looked as if it hadn't been washed in years. To Winnie's further disgust, the man shamelessly began picking at his feet right in front of her.

If it weren't for...

Winnie thought of what she needed to do, forcing herself to hold back her disgust, though her brows remained tightly knit.

She took...