The black-cloaked trio stepped into Eito's main town. As their boots touched the snow, the coldness sparked within them like needles against their skin. Ana's gaze wandered across the townspeople and their houses.
Snow-capped wooden cabins stretched in rows, each built from dark pinewood walls and heavy beams. The roofs carried thick layers of snow, icicles hanging down like sharp, frozen teeth. Around every house, open decks spread out, where chimneys puffed out steady streams of smoke. It was a traditional sight—people living with their hearts, greeting each other warmly like one big community. Old men sat on porches, sipping tea near the fire, laughter and conversation weaving into the night.
