The night was silent.

A cold, chilling wind blew past her – the girl shivering slightly as it did so. As leaves fell off the trees and to her feet, she'd avert her gaze to the grass.

Was it so normal to be out at this time of night?

Maybe not.

She opened the book, which was perched on her lap, flicking to a free page, as she brought out her pen.

She began to write swiftly.

"Dear diary,"