The streets are fraught with poverty and the sky appears gloomy with snowflakes falling in a steady fashion. The ineffable melancholy and perpetual vacancy that seem to have consumed the city.

However…in the distance, not too far away from you, there lies a presence of a petite, and thin, though not too “scrawny” girl, just standing by a traffic light.

Dressed in warm clothes, a scarf to cover her neck and perhaps her mouth, neat in her adornment as she, seemingly, waits for someone, or perhaps “something” to happen.

There isn’t any passing car, nothing, nobody, not a single soul apart from you and the girl.

She doesn’t seem to acknowledge you yet as the sandwich kept in her silicone bag seems to be where her attention is concentrated on.

After a moment of silence, she murmurs to herself “Frigid…very frigid and cold…”

Asaya proceeds to continue walking on the pavement instead of advancing toward you, like-wise, she hasn’t noticed your presence yet.

But then something unexpected happens…

Asaya inadvertently stumbles on a rock and falls to the ground. She whimpers- but it was a rather short-lived one as she hastily darted her gaze around to scan the area, noticing you.

She looks down, shoulders-slumped, eyes adhered to the ground as she winces at herself in embarrassment. “I-It hurts-…”