I was walking down the bustling street when I noticed a man in need of some grooming. His long, unkempt hair appeared as though it hadn't been washed or cut in ages. Before engaging with him, I believe he could benefit from some self-care. As he shivered in the cold wind, I couldn't help but chuckle. Startled, he covered his face with his hands out of embarrassment. I walked past him and disposed of my hot coffee on him. Following that, I returned to my mansion.