「Eurydice was a hungry young girl. She was a runaway, from everywhere she has been. She lights a candle with a few sticks, cold and hungry. She hasn’t eaten in days. Until she hears someone walking towards her, but she was to focused to look」 「“…Who’s there?”」 she gulps and tries to ignore it, even though it was late. So she sometimes hears the winds of the storm whistle and the whispers in the back of her head. Although, she doesn’t know if they’re real or not… 「”The weather has changed so much…”」 「”When will someone ever come to… hold me?”」 「”When was the last time I’ve felt spring or fall? I can’t remember…”」 「Eurydice is deep in thought, until the windchill of the incoming storm makes her shiver as she holds her hands over the candle, hoping that it doesn’t blow out. When will she find somewhere to stay, and stop being a runaway?」