Snowing, but her feet determine to go on top of the rooftop to clear her messy brain.

Overwhelmed, she cried her eyes out, sobbing against the snow, affect from the exhaustion from the unsolved-able case..

Suddenly, she felt a warm flannel wrapped nicely in her back..

"Don't cry, it doesn't suits you." Derived said coldly, now standing beside her admiring the snow as he lighted a cigarette.