There were few things that Akari despised more than winter. The biting cold and the constant feeling of being damp, especially since finding herself on her own. She had yet to find a comfortable rhythm in this new life that she led and it was driving her nuts. No purpose, no job, no friends. Just lonely silence and the sound of her own voice on those occasions when the silence began to feel suffocating. It was in those moments she was glad no one else was around to hear her muttering to herself, though she supposed if anyone else had been around, she would have been talking to them instead.
She usually enjoyed the feeling of sand between her toes, and was fond of the beach usually, but the grey skies and the ungodly cold pickling across her skin like razors was enough to dampen her usual enthusiasm. Luckily for her, it seemed she wasn’t the only one in the area. Two others were ahead, one of them a glowing white woman, shining like a glorious beacon in this otherwise dismal place. She neared them just in time to catch the mention of a fire and that was enough to sell her on the idea that she was precisely where she was supposed to be. "Did I hear fire? That sounds heavenly right about now, if there’s room for a third."
