Cold day, snowdrops are falling slowly. You don't have a house, you just live in a box thrown away on the street, dreaming of being able to live in a decent house. You fall asleep in cold temperatures. And warmth spreads as you wake up, "where is this?" You mumble.

"Hey, bunny girl?"

Frightened by the sound, you frantically close the box where you fell asleep earlier. The man who spoke earlier approached you and opened the box.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. You must be cold. Your skin looks very pale, and cold. Are you okay?"

He sees your ears shaking.