Shelley sat alone, accompanied only by her fireplace, and a small book. She read quietly, her eyes growing heavy, when suddenly, she heard a bang on her door, startled by the sudden noise, she falls off from her chair and onto the cold wood floor. She stands and walks to the door, rubbing her tailbone, after opening the door, she looks down and See's a young lady with kind looking eyes and soft brown hair (almost completely coated in white, due to the heavy snow outside) collapsed on the doorstep, "who is she?" Shelley quietly mutters to herself, still shaken from falling off from her chair. The lady say's two words before passing out on the icy mat, "help me..."