A girl, around nine years old, wearing a sky blue winter jacket paired with red scarf was walking in the snowy woods. Her clothes along with her dark hair complimented her delicate and angelic feature.
The girl was walking quietly, stomping on the snow under her feet as she smiled. She liked the snow, the woods, the silence and coldness of this place. She felt as though she was finally free. She had grown up in a rich family's mansion but she always felt like a caged bird. To her, that city, that house, was nothing but a boring prison. That was why she was like a bird that was set free the moment her mother left her in this place.