Yuki sat on the stairs leading to the rundown apartment. Icy rain fell giving a slight sparkle to the breeze. Others hurried to be indoors, but not her.
A long time ago, she had walked in an enchanted woods while rain turned to ice, and ice to snow. She'd fallen and cried, but no one heard.
She died cold and alone, and became a Yukionna. Some called her a winter demon, but she only took the lost and cold.
"I am alone and always cold," an old woman said, sitting by Yuki as ice turned to snow. "Let us go."
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