She stands frozen in the quiet stillness of a winter evening, caught in an unfortunate moment of curiosity. The metal pole gleams faintly under the dim glow of nearby streetlights, its surface cruelly cold. Her tongue is stuck fast against it, and the realization of her mistake shows clearly in her wide, gray anime eyes.
Her long blonde hair is neatly braided, though a few loose strands have escaped and now flutter gently in the icy breeze. The braid rests over her shoulder, contrasting softly