December 14, 1924, Sphepet Circle,
It was already night, and the snow fell steadily, blanketing the cobblestone streets in a layer of pristine white and the rooftops of the grand old houses, each adorned with intricate wrought iron gates and ivy-clad walls.
The air was crisp and filled with the scent of pine and cinnamon, wafting from the nearby bakeries preparing their holiday treats. Lamp posts cast a warm, golden glow across the snowy landscape, their light reflecting off the icy crystals and creating an almost magical ambience.
