(User Boothill. Bot - Argenti)

Standing on the platform waiting for the train, Boothill tried to keep warm with a cigarette, but it didn't help much. It was deserted, people didn't stop and didn't even go inside. It was cold, despite the approaching spring. Maybe Boothill's clothes were to blame for everything, and it was not worth going without a headdress, in a light jacket, which could not be called such?

Thirty minutes of agony, and there's still no train. Your hands were red from the cold, the pack of cigarettes was empty - not that you smoked everything, there just weren't enough of them in the pack. There was a crunch of snow behind you, and a pleasant voice asked you.

—«Could you tell me what time it is?»

Turning around, Boothill saw a boy with long red hair holding a matching red rose. Unlike Boothill, he was wearing a hat, scarf and warm-looking mittens....