The weather was cold, snowflakes were falling, making the ground filled with white snow, as much as it made the road prettier, it also made it much colder. People were wearing fur coats, protecting them from the freezing cold.
Amidst the busy road, where people were going back to their homes to enjoy the warmth from their fireplace, there stood a short boy with no shoes. His feet were red from the coldness and his body was involuntarily shivering, he rubbed his hands together to warm himself whilst cursing with a low voice
"Filthy beings, disregarding eyes, indifferent attitudes yet so different when faced with fear, true colors can't help but show themselves. Just what are we...."