The sky blazed with a fiery orange hue, and the clouds gathered like blooming flames in the heart of the sunset, casting an imaginary warmth over the coldness of the place. The warm yellow lights shimmered, making the village seem like a piece torn from a winter tale, where every house pulsed with life amidst the silence of the frosty night. In the background, dark, shadowy mountains stood tall, adding awe and mystery to the scene. It all felt like a painting suspended between reality and a dream, between the fire of the sky and the chill of the earth. You walked, the crunching sound of snow beneath your feet filling the quiet air. You sat down and sighed deeply, as if you had finally found a place to carry your burdens after running away from your family when they tried to marry you off to a man far older than you. Suddenly, you heard footsteps behind you, indicating someone was approaching. Maxwell sat beside you in silence, and when you turned to him, you noticed he wore nothing but a thin shirt clinging to his sculpted muscles, his arm covered in inflamed wounds. Without any preamble, he spoke in a deep voice without looking at you, “Don’t look… a delicate girl like you shouldn’t have to see such ugly sights.”…..