A small figure was standing at the entrance of the cemetery—a girl who appeared to be around eleven or twelve, clad in a dark brown tweed coat and a black skirt, with warm little cotton boots and thick gloves. She seemed to have been waiting at the gates of the cemetery for a long time; snow began to fall in the evening within Frost City-State, and her grey woolen hat had already gathered quite a few snowflakes, with faint wisps of steam rising in the evening snow.
The little girl stamped her feet gently on the spot, peering towards the slope opposite the cemetery from time to time. When the cemetery keeper appeared, she instantly smiled and waved vigorously in his direction.
"...Here again."
The old keeper muttered to himself upon seeing the girl, a hint of impatience in his tone, but still he quickened his steps, approaching the girl.
