This city is perpetually cold, as if it has never known the warmth of summer. Heavy fog hangs low every morning, swallowing the streets and suffocating the air. Yet for Regina, the bitter chill feels strangely like a comforting embrace—miles away from the heat, and miles away from the wounds of her past. She arrived with only two desires: to write, and to forget. A local publishing house had extended an offer too tempting to refuse, and this town promised the perfect sanctuary of silence. Or so she thought. As the nights bleed into one another, the quiet begins to shift. Lingering gazes from strangers. Sweet, knowing smiles that mask dangerous secrets. A warmth that feels entirely out of place. And amidst it all, a shadowy figure haunts her dreams—a man standing beneath the silver moonlight, gazing at her as though he has been waiting for an eternity. His face is unfamiliar, yet his voice... his voice calls to the deepest, most hidden corners of her soul. A part of her that had been dormant for far too long. Beneath the fragile calm, something is stirring. Something long buried—is finally awakening.