'You see, a few years ago, I lost sight of what it meant to be a father.'
The winter was terrible and harsh. The cold, freezing wind bit his fingertips violently, and his skin was red as the breeze slapped against it bitterly. Transparent eyes were bloodshot due to the winter particles, ears bleeding as bits of ice scraped past them. He was in no shape to be out here in the cold, in this godforsaken weather.
But somehow, he was unbothered and did not care in the slightest. He continued to move up the snowy slope of the hill, with nothing but a white kimono and a black coat over his body, without slippers or any form of footwear.
