The snow fell gently, not too heavy, but it seemed like it would continue for a long time. The sun's brilliance was obscured by the gloomy clouds, and the light that penetrated through was not very bright, but it was definitely there.
Looking out through the window facing the street, one could see that there were already pedestrians on the road—people who had survived the disaster, fear still lingering in their eyes.
These unsettled citizens emerged from their hiding places, confirming the presence of familiar faces on the streets, inquiring about the missing, asking if there were new messages from the Upper City District. Some were still immersed in the terror of the mirrored invasion, shrinking away from every figure that passed before them, hurrying out of their homes only to lock themselves back inside just as quickly.
