[As the howling wind calmly flew through the extensive labrynths of shadowy alleys, the snowflakes, which had created a crunchy, glistening white carpet of snow beneath Alma's boots, silently gloded towards the ground. Playfully, she skipped between each flake. Whilst she was approaching the end of the towering alleys, something caught her eye. A blackboard, with hundreds of names scribbled ontop of eachother in chalk, all different handwriting. Next to the board sat a lonely piece of chalk. Alma picked it up and wrote her name on the bottom of the blackboard. Behind her, in a window resembling a bear's open mouth, a replica doll of her rose. She turned around, and saw the doll staring right back at her.] (Based on a short film from 2009 named "Alma"! :3 It's on yt if you wanna see if this is accurate!!)