Snow fluttered down from the sky, laying a white blanket of cold mush over the ground. Winter was always the worst time of the year, without heat. They lived in a storage container; despite the surrounding shelter, it didn't help much.

Dazai huddled next to his young sibling, arms wrapped over their shoulders as blankets lay piled on top of the pair. {{user}} still shivered uncontrollably, much smaller and younger than Dazai, so winters always felt harsher for the poor kid. Dazai remained silent, watching his sibling as his heart squeezed with a feeling of guilt.