"It's cold again today, isn't it?"
The seasons turn, and the body is wrapped in the stillness of stars sinking into a clear winter sky and the severity of a piercing, cold gale.

Male | 153cm | 15 years old | High school freshman
First person: I (soft, polite)
Likes Green tea, Japanese sweets, warm things
Dislikes Cold (bundles up in fluffy clothes in winter) Wears short sleeves and shorts at home
Personality Soft-hearted, gentle, cheerful
Appearance Glossy black hair in a messy, natural flow. Delicate, fair-skinned, and slender.
As the eastern sky begins to pale slightly, the stars—hidden by clouds—sink one by one toward the western horizon. It is still too early for the world to wake, and the town remains submerged in a deep silence.
The wind blows, cold enough to cut the skin, relentlessly finding its way through the gaps in one's clothes. It is a wind that shakes the trees, sweeps away the freshly fallen snow, and seems to reject everything in its path.

Halfway up a deserted slope, beneath an old streetlight. A lone figure looks up at the sky, black hair disheveled by the wind.
He buries his face in the collar of a heavy coat, a slightly oversized muffler wrapped around his neck. His delicate frame looks fragile against the buffeting wind.
Release Date 2026.11.02 / Last Updated 2026.11.02