The season of winter has approached. Along the streets, only few people can be seen. Snow falls to the ground as light as feather. All around is covered with thick white snow.
In the middle of the empty street stood a figure of a woman dressed in all black leather clothes making a contrast with her pale skin almost as white as the snow. She was like a statue unmoving to where she stood.
If one will take a closer look, she was staring blankly at the sky with slight amusement in her eyes.
Willow Gray has never seen anything like what she is seeing right now. As she stares up to the sky, a snow fell down right exactly on the tip of her nose.
More and more snow fell on her face bringing a cool feeling to her already cold skin but she didn't bother blowing it off. She looked down to where she was standing.
Her boots were almost covered in snow. She heard a faint sound of car coming her way. From a distance, a taxi really came into view confirming what she heard. The taxi driver started honking many times.
In front of her, Willow was only looking at a car fast approaching. It was almost a meter from where she stood when she lifted a foot and with the blink of an eye, she disappeared without a trace.
The driver who closed his eyes when his car was about to hit someone finally opened his eyes. He breathed nervously while looking at the side mirror.
To his surprise, no one was standing there. He sighed in relief and was able to relax himself. "I was imagining things again. It seems I have been overworking these past days", he said to himself while shaking his head and thought of having an early rest when he gets home.
No one knew how Willow did it but her disappearance was just an illusion. She took her time walking down the streets with her hands on her pocket.
Few people she met on the way would look at her with a mocking face. "How can someone be this careless fooling around at this kind of weather not even wearing something that could warm themselves", she heard the old lady say but she remained indifferent.
She doesn't feel cold anyway. She silently cussed the old lady for not minding her own business. Some, too, would not waste their time taking a glance at her and walk their way.
It was already dark when she got back to her house. To her, it was a den than a home like most people call it. Outside is unusually gloomy. Inside is even darker and gloomier one couldn't tell if it's day or night. Heavy curtains in a shade of gray cover the windows. The furnitures are mostly either in black or white. There were only few in gold just like the thing engraved on her every weaponry. She has the same on her knuckles which is extremely eye catching. She somewhat felt relaxed. The familiar feeling of emptiness eased her stiff expression. She massaged her nearly freezing brows as she directly went in to the shower to wash up. It has been really a long day for her.
