Maya
"Young Miss, it's time." A woman wearing a kimono like that of a servant peeked her head from beyond the paper sliding door, into a room having brightness just enough to see the blurry form of things. Sitting inside the dark room, Maya's hazel eyes glowed a bright tinge of copper yellow when she gazed up to the female servant.
Without uttering a word, she stood up from the zabuton and followed behind the servant. Albeit it was the afternoon, the air felt inexplicably cold. It was probably due to the falling snow, endless, seemingly didn't cease to fall no matter how long Maya stared at those snowflakes. But was that the real cause?
The servant stopping so suddenly caused Maya to wonder about what happened.
"What's wrong?" She asked the servant.
The servant shook her head. Maya co
