The slender fingers of a girl were busy with several ornaments. In the Grimoir West, located on the outskirts of the region, stood a very modest house. When seen from the inside, the view couldn't be described as ordinary. There was nothing normal there, except for the objects that had frozen. The only thing that felt alive was the girl with short hair and bangs that covered one of her eyes, while the others seemed to be trapped in ice, as if caught in a winter storm.
Even though she had frozen her own lover, Azalea continued her activities as usual. After Kayan and her parents were buried, she returned home. Back to her ordinary life where she carried out her tasks according to orders.
"I never expected you to be as cold-hearted as your abilities," a voice echoed within the house, as if signaling that she wasn't alone.
