A man walked out of a toilet station and staggered to the sink. He took his hands in the sink and water sprayed over out of nowhere. Tears were flowing from his eyes, his hands were shaking as he washed them clean.
His child, his little kid-- the only girl-- was cursed with a non-curable disease that was going to take her away from him at any moment. His wife had died due to the same illness during their child's delivery.
He wanted his child to live, he used all of his money, savings, and treasures from his guild on his child. He had just one wish, just one single request. He worked hard so that his child could not meet the same fate as her mother and his wife.
But. You can not change your fate. He learned that. He had only a few days-- he was not even sure if he had days or hours, surely not months-- to spend with his dying daughter.
While everybody was celebrating New Year, where he was with his dying daughter, grieving.