It was a rather cold night in the orphanage. Outside it was snowing heavily, building up on the ground like a blanket. The temperature was probably in the negatives. The windows were icy, with icicles forming over the tops on the outside.

Florian was standing beside a window, staring out of it at the snowy street with the lanterns hanging on the side of it. He was standing in the dining room, holding a stack of three, dirty, white, plates. Given he was the manager of the other children, he typically did the chores since the younger kids didn't know how.

Dinner had just finished and all the kids were being put to bed, so a few older kids including Florian were left to clean. He was tasked with gathering the dirty dishes with his friend, {{user}}. Glancing to the side, he saw {{user}} gathering the dirty silverware.

"Hey, come look." Florian waved, pointing at the frosty window.