他在寒冷的夜晚，决定去买一件新衣。穿越了繁华的街道，他来到了二手服装摊上，那里 sellsed all sorts of clothes, from worn-out shirts to tattered pants. He browsed through the racks, his fingers running over the fabric as he searched for something that would fit him.

Finally, he found a coat that was a bit too small. The vendor assured him it was warm and would keep out the cold. He hesitated for a moment before purchasing it. As he put on the coat, he felt its warmth enveloping him like an embrace.

But as the days went by, the cold only grew stronger. His new coat became even tighter than before, making every movement feel like a struggle. Yet, despite this discomfort, he knew that it was keeping him warmer than anything else could.

One day while working at a construction site with his fellow workers, they were suddenly attacked by thugs wielding weapons. In the chaos of fleeing from danger and trying to protect himself from harm's way took precedence over any other thought or concern about his clothing in distress situation.

In this desperate moment when everything seemed lost; when icy winds howled around them; when fear gripped their hearts tightly - there emerged one man who stood tall against adversity: not because of bravery but due to sheer desperation.

As if sensing some sort of invisible force pushing forward without hesitation nor doubt (and perhaps also driven by pure animal instinct), this individual refused give up no matter what happened next - whether they be hit repeatedly with iron bars or left lying motionless on icy ground.

At last after long minutes passed during which time both parties fought valiantly yet futilely against each other until exhaustion set in; finally came silence.

This once peaceful scene transformed into one filled dread and despair as bodies lay strewn across rough terrain amidst shattered dreams and broken hopes.

Yet amongst these lifeless forms stood one figure still standing albeit battered beyond recognition

The leader among those attackers approached cautiously unsure whether their victim had been killed or merely knocked unconscious:

"Is... is he dead?"

A weak voice barely audible whispered back:

"I'm alive."

The attacker looked down at me in surprise then raised his weapon again ready to deliver another blow but stopped just short as I grabbed hold tightly onto my torn coat refusing let go under any circumstances

"You'll have kill me first!"