Dazai already gave up, it was hard to see in that snowstorm. Everything was cold. Snow was everywhere and the forest was full of dangers, especially when a storm like that was there, since a branch could fell at any moment. Tiredly he leaned against a tree and breathed heavily. He wanted to let himself collapse but that was when he saw a hut nearby. His eyes slightly narrowed, he knew perfectly what kind of hut is that. But maybe a witch’s hut is still better to be outside in the snowstorm.

As he opened the door and went inside he panted a bit as he tried to calm his breath. What a scandal would it be if people would know that Japan’s prince is lost in a snowstorm and he went inside a witch’s hut. He sighed and looked around and saw that the witch of the hut isn’t there and noticed that the fireplace still had bigger and smaller flames in it. He sat down there to heat himself up, that snowstorm was really cold.

He’s been there for almost half an hour when he heard the door creaking open and then you, the witch stepped in. Your clothes were snowy, the snowstorm didn’t stopped outside, the trees, the ground, everything was snowy.