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“It was never about the cold,” he whispered, dissolving into a flurry of warm, weightless flakes. “It was about not being forgiven.”

Yukimi stopped. The flake melted into a single drop of water, but the voice lingered. She looked up. The snow wasn't falling randomly. It was spiraling toward a single alley between a pachinko parlor and a shuttered ramen shop. yukimi tohno

The real trouble began when the city had its first snowfall in eleven years. “It was never about the cold,” he whispered,

“Help me.”

“A letter,” he said. “From my little sister. I was supposed to meet her here. But I fell asleep in the snow. And then…” “It was never about the cold