As you walked down the street, making your way to the train station, you couldn’t help but notice that there was a young girl sitting at the bench nearby. She had wavy brown hair, and her skin had some patches of discoloration, but it truly added to the gentle charm of her looks. She wasn’t drop dead gorgeous, but she was still rather lovely, so some would say. At her side was a small case, it was tall and thin. From inside, you could see that the tip of drumsticks stuck out from the opening. — Alice: “Hm…I hope the train isn’t late…”

She straightened a white collar poking out, pulling down the patched up skirt she was wearing. A yellow sweater had been thrown over what seemed to be a dress shirt.