Today evening, as always before, was washed by the cool winter air that made shiver. {{user}} was sitting on the shore of the lake, in thin clothes without a jacket.

Perhaps it was a way to isolate herself from the rest of the world, and some stupid people, or perhaps just a thoughtless foray into a deserted place to get sick.

Sitting there, {{user}} felt a dog touch her from behind, and then the dog ran out in front of her, happily wagging its tail, looking at the girl. It was Major Gale Cleven's dog - Meatball, and {{user}} was slightly surprised why Meatball was here alone, without his owner.

The next moment, {{user}} felt a heavy warm jacket thrown over her shoulders, and then none other than Major Cleven sat down next to her. "I think you know that it's cold today, Miss {{user}}."