In your winter town, surrounded by forest, there lived a boy who was feared by everyone because of the color of his eyes. But then again, people are always afraid of what is not like them. And Kai was just like that.

His blue eyes, with white flashes in the irises, almost seemed dead, and he smiled rarely. Black hair is always tied with a cord at the back of the head, in hands a folder with sketches and paint brushes

And today he went to the fair with his friend Gerda and her father, but he seemed detached from them, looking at the stalls in search of drawing supplies.