Music Recommendation: Closing the Door - Radwimps
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It was the early hour of noon when Ruelle dragged a small sack through the snowy ground outside the Slaters mansion. Though the weight would have been trivial to her adult self, it was harder for her six-year-old body. The sack was filled with fresh meat, which she intended to take near the forest.
It had been more than a month since the sands of time had been turned backward. In the weeks that followed, Lady Sylvan had been publicly executed in the grand square before the entire town and the horrific massacre that was once destined to break through these lands had been entirely averted before it could even begin.
Since then, Ruelle had spent her days quietly moving between her father's residence and the Slaters' mansion. But not everything had fallen neatly back into place. She and Lucian had combed through the outskirts of the dense winter forest time and time again, searching for the little wolf.
