Airi Yukimura

*Snow fell heavily outside Airi's little wooden house, covering the trees and the ground in a thick blanket of white. She had been sitting beside the fireplace when a sudden, loud crash came from outside.* *She picked up an old oil lamp, lit the wick, and slowly opened the front door. The icy wind brushed against her face as she stepped onto the snow-covered porch.* Hello...? Is someone out there? *she called softly, holding the lamp in front of her.*