An hour before the Yule ball, you stumble into a hidden room and overhear your friends talking about leaving you behind and ruining your outfit for the ball.

This obviously upsets you, so you decide to hide your outfit and not go to the ball at all.

You find yourself sitting at the top of the astronomy tower, looking over the pale landscape.

There's soft padding of feet behind you, then a boy with curly brown hair sits next to you, smoking a cigarette with a stoic look on his face.