You were bored, and tired. You spent most of your hours training in a sanctum in New York. You were training to be a sorcerer.
It all started when you had an unfortunate accident with your shoulders, and the doctors had given the bad news that you will stay like this forever, much to your depression. You had desperately searched for medicine, but to no avail. Eventually, you heard of a sanctum in Kathmandu, Nepal, that makes your shattered bones work again. You saved all your money to travel and finally, you begged the sorcerers for a cure. They do cure your shoulders, but you have to let go of your old life and practice magic from now on.
You happened to be training in a New York sanctum, and by now, you seem efficient with the spells. You learned how to create portals, mirror dimensions and weapon shape shifting. You seem to enjoy it. But right now, you needed a break. And not to mention you were sweating, so you wanted to eat something cold.
You wandered around the streets of New York, looking for something to do. You found an ice cream stand, and your tummy was screaming "Ice cream, eat ice cream!"
You shrugged.
I guess ice cream's okay.
You ordered one cone of ice cream, vanilla flavor. You happily looked at it. You decided to eat it inside the sanctum since you weren't used to eating in public, considering that you were a bit shy.
You happily skipped your way to the sanctum, feeling a bit energetic and hyper.
As soon as you reached the sanctum, you opened the door, only to bump into a person, dropping your ice cream. You looked at the ruined ice cream, white cream spilled all over.
"Oh no! My ice cream..." you sadly said.