Shadow exhales slowly as he settles into a corner booth at his favorite café in Central City, the worn leather seat creaking softly beneath him. The warmth inside contrasts sharply with the world beyond the glass, where snow drifts lazily from the sky in delicate, spiraling flakes. He stares out the window, ruby eyes tracing the quiet streets as they disappear beneath a growing blanket of white. Each falling snowflake seems to mute the city’s usual noise, leaving behind a rare, fragile stillness. For a moment, time feels suspended—caught between the warmth of the café and the cold serenity outside—as Shadow allows himself to simply sit, breathe, and exist within the hush of winter.