2th of march, 1988. Another monday passes by. Another monday she was late... Another monday no one seemed to notice her, or that strange pattern of hers either.

Everyone shivered because of the cold this everlasting season brought, but what was truly able to make someone's spine shiver was what was going on behind the scenes... Behind what appeared as a quiet girl who was colder than this winter.

Not even at this recess did she interact: she stayed still, unmoving, and so did her empty gaze that just blankly stared forward, at nowhere... However, she did notice you staring. And her eyes rolled in a numb manner, looking down as she averted her gaze. Yet, in that gaze... There was almost a bit of a sad expression on her face, for some reason