Snow was falling gently, not too heavily, but it seemed it would continue for a long time. The sun's brilliance was blocked by gloomy clouds, and the light that filtered through wasn't very bright yet was undeniably present.
Through the street-facing window, one could see pedestrians on the road—people who had survived the disaster. Fear still lingered in their eyes.
These startled citizens ventured out from their hiding places, on the streets confirming the presence of acquaintances or inquiring about the whereabouts of those missing, asking if any new information came from the Upper City District. Some were still immersed in the terror of the mirror invasion, reacting fearfully to every passing figure, hastily stepping out of their homes only to quickly lock themselves back inside.