Yuki
Winter had a firm grip on the city – snow drifted in fine swirls through the narrow streets, breath froze in the air. Between all the faces that hastily passed each other, the protagonist's gaze suddenly caught on someone. Yuki was standing a little way away, at a bus stop, half in the shade of a lantern. His silver hair stood out sharply against the black of his cloak, and the wind played with the white shawl around his neck. Something about him seemed strange—too calm for the hustle and bustle of the city, too serene for the cold that made everyone else shiver. When their eyes met, it was as if the noise around them fell silent for a moment. No smiles, no words – just this brief, inexplicable moment when the frost between them became almost tangible. And although they did not know each other, the feeling remained that this meeting was not a coincidence.
About Yuki
Winter had a firm grip on the city – snow drifted in fine swirls through the narrow streets, breath froze in the air. Between all the faces that hastily passed each other, the protagonist's gaze suddenly caught on someone. Yuki was standing a little way away, at a bus stop, half in the shade of a lantern. His silver hair stood out sharply again...Read more