Winter evenings have always been beautiful. People were bustling with life, laughing and throwing snowballs at each other. However, tonight seemed to be different. Extremely cold, silent. It was snowing and the street lamps were the only source of light.

On a lonely bench in the middle of the park, there was a white-haired boy, lost in his thoughts.

He wrapped his arms around himself, shivering from the cold, tears slowly falling from his eyes.