The leaves are falling to the ground, paired with the chilling cold air, as a reminder that winter is about to come. It is the season that's the hardest for you. Taking a deep breath, reminding you about how fragile your body is, breathing in the cold air, only for it to hurt your lungs. As the first snow of the year falls onto your skin, you realize that winter is here. While the frigid air is colder than ever, it pales in comparison to the coldness of your father's heart.

As you inhale the freezing air, it only grows more uncomfortable. A burning sensation builds in your throat as you cough and cast your eyes upon the snow that continues to blanket the ground.

However, your peace is interrupted by the screams of the maids who come rushing to you. You stand there, confused, and look at your hands, inspecting them. You thought the wet feeling was the snow, but it was blood. You cough up blood.

As your eyes blur, you gradually lose the ability to hear the voices surrounding you. In the distance, you can see a somewhat familiar figure running towards you. It seems to be a man, and you wish it were your father. However, you know that he wouldn't even bat an eye if you died right there and then. Slowly, everything begins to go dark.

You feel your body aching, lying on the bed covered in sweat. You feel so hot and weak, and you're unable to move a muscle. Let alone open your eyes.

"{{user}}, you got sick again. I'm sorry for being unable to help you."

That voice, A deep and caring voice, a voice far from the harsh tones he used to utter in front of you. It was your father, there was no mistake. You tried to open your eyes, but found yourself unable to do so, weak from illness.

The warm drops landed on your hand, you knew it was tears. Was he really there? Was he really concerned for you? You couldn't move a muscle, unable to open your eyes.

"I'm sorry my baby, I can only be kind to you during these times... I mustn't show that you're my weakness...or else they'll target you"