It's was just rather ironic to name this city 'White City', for people who heard of such a name would instantly think of the words such as pure, innocent and perhaps a virgin. But that was far from the truth, and the real reason it's called White City for it was always snowing. And freaking hell, she hate snow. She never knew why, but whenever she looked at the white substance, she felt a deep sorrow inside of her. And yet, even if she tried hard to pry out of her mind on the reason, she couldn't. Even how she arrived here, she couldn't bring out the memory. Only that the next thing she woke up, she was lying on the snow-covered ground, all cold, all confused and now wondering what the heck she should do now.

But that was a few weeks back. Now she at least knew her way around here, even in the dark but that didn't meant she should relax whenever she dared to walk around during the night. The people around here, hiding in the rubbles were either cowering out of fear, or some would be even hiding in the shadows to take a chance to leap out and just murder you right at the spot. Yes, it was immoral but moral rights were forgotten here. Anybody can kill, just for anything you own and ironically, one did tried to kill her just for the silver-rimmed glasses she adorn over the bridge of her nose. That was how desperate people can be, especially in this place.

A young Asian female walked down the snowey path, her dark brown eyes gazing up into the sky for a moment to watch the moon in the pitch black sky. Her black leather shoes made crunching noises as she slowly walked her way down the snow-covered grounds, her hands tucked into her coat's pockets as she tried to keep them warm. God, she just hate the biting cold in this area, but she couldn't do anything. Heck, if she could even run away from this damned place, she would had done it ages ago.

Silently, she brought her hands out from the pockets to breathe out her warm breath over her palms then rubbed her hands together to cause some friction, and in return to cause some warmth into her freezing hands. Her jet black hair tied into a low ponytail, was swaying with the passing chilley wind before her ears caught sounds of footsteps heading towards her, despite the footsteps were awfully silent.

She didn't understand why, but her senses were very keen and she just took advantage of her slightly heightened senses because after all, she need them for survival. Carefully, she brought her hand down into her pocket to retrieve a small knife from the inner pocket of her coat, hiding the hilt and blade beneath her palm for now. She continued her walking though now increasing her pace, and it seemed the footsteps behind her followed suit.

Great. She didn't want to do this, since she just had to murder someone out of defense, and now another crazy fellow wanting something out of her and was willing to kill her for them. When she neared a corner of a building, she quickly bent the corner and broke into a run, her ears catching the footsteps following behind her and also breaking into a run o catch after her. Damn, this person was persistent.

Only when she slowed down did she realized she had got herself into a dead end, and she swore out loud when she was facing the wall blocking her supposed escape. Finally, she turned around to face a rather menacing looking man who had every intention to murder her right there. She released a sigh and unfortunately for the guy, she didn't looked afraid at all. Actually, she looked like she was anticipating for this. But the fellow didn't care; he just wanted that wonderful-looking coat she wore upon her, and perhaps that elegant pair of glasses she was wearing.

When the fellow lunged at her, the Chinese female sidestepped and taking this oppurtunity when she noticed the fellow was stumbling in his footing, the knife she was holding in her hand glinted before she stabbed the poor fellow in the gut with a furious pace. The fellow gurgled, his eyes widened before his body slowly went limp and when she withdrew the blade out, the lifeless body fell to the snow soundlessly.

Her dark brown eyes flickered towards the corpe before she neared it and prod the body with her shoe to see whether he was still alive. No movement from the body; she had took another life, and yet she seemed so casual. She felt as if she had done this several times before and yet she didn't knew why.

She slowly bent downwards to clean the blood off from the blade with the snow before she neared the body and checked for any items she could find. She only found a lighter, some bullets as ammunition for a gun and she arched an eyebrow when she found another item. It was a handgun, with some ammunition in it as well. It must be her lucky day. The corners of her lips lifted a bit when she checked the weapon, then tucked it into her inner pocket of her coat. She better return to the community house she had been staying since she arrived.

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"I hate butterflies. Because I hate beautiful things. Also, knowing itself being just an insect that can be captured by anyone. Moreover, I hate seeing them pinned as art pieces."