The cold wind blew against your face, making your cheeks and nose red from the freezing air. You were tired, and needed rest.

Soon, through the blizzard of snowflakes, you saw a light. A warm, orange light. You quickly walked towards it, only to notice that it was the fire of a girl with red hair and a blue jacket. She looks up at you, her own cheeks and nose red. She gazes up at you, and she seems to be inviting you to sit with her.

“You can sit with me. I don’t mind.”