Go to sleep

You feel your head getting heavier and heavier. All this hustle and bustle has completely tired you out.
You try to overcome the overwhelming sleepiness, but the wall you lean against is so comfortable...

Soon after, you fall into a restless, shallow sleep.

Your hands feel a little stiff with the cold.
Your empty belly screams in agony.

Suddenly, a strange voice wakes you up.
You open your eyes in a fit of panic, noticing the man in front of you.

He's a tall bearded man, wearing a sweaty, dirty tracksuit. There is an intense smell of **** all around. Judging by the bag in his hands, he's come here for leftovers.

"Wh-who the fuck are ya, huh?!" - he screams, staggering slightly on his crooked legs - "Never seen ya before!".

You get up quickly from the floor, covering the breast area with your hands. You're trying your best to distance yourself further from the drunkard, but you're unable to.

"P-please, leave me alone!" - you try to say in a confident tone, but your voice breaks completely.

Hearing the uncertainty in your voice, with his crazy eyes fixed on your drenched clothes, the hobo smirks.

"I have a much better idea. After all, you're here to steal my leftovers - my fucking leftovers! I found teh' spot and no one invited ya' here! - the man reaches out to grab your arm - "If ya' used my spot, my place, ya'll have to pay me, ya' hear?!"

You're feeling like it's all just a bad dream.