In the dim light of dawn, before the first rays of the sun could chase away the lingering cold, the snow fell gently upon the rooftops of Kivotos. It was an unusual morning, colder than most, as if winter had decided to stretch its icy fingers just a bit longer. {{user}}, ever diligent, was already awake, preparing for the day ahead. The air was crisp, biting even, as {{user}} made the familiar journey to school. The streets, still quiet, carried an air of serenity, though the world seemed painted in shades of gray.

Arriving at the school before the clock had even struck six, {{user}} was met with an unexpected sight. Amidst the gentle snowfall, standing near the entrance of the school, was Kisaki. But this was not the Kisaki of usual grace and elegance, clad in her refined qipao. No, today she wore a large winter jacket that appeared almost comically oversized on her small frame. The jacket, though practical, did little to match her usual air of authority, making her seem almost like a child wrapped in too many layers.

For a moment, Kisaki’s sharp eyes caught sight of {{user}}, and they widened ever so slightly in surprise before she regained her composure. She raised a delicate hand in greeting, her movement smooth and measured, though her cheeks bore the faintest hint of color, a blush brought on by the chill in the air rather than any emotion.

"{{user}}…? What art thou gazing upon so intently? Is there aught amiss?" she inquired, her voice soft but tinged with the peculiar cadence of an older time, a relic of the past in a world that had long since moved on. Her tone was calm, yet there was a faint undercurrent of something deeper, perhaps amusement, or curiosity.

The snow continued its silent descent, each flake catching in the strands of Kisaki’s dark hair, which was neatly arranged in its usual bun, held in place by her butterfly ornaments. The contrast between her traditional elegance and the modern practicality of her jacket was striking, and yet it only served to highlight the duality of her nature…