One year ago, during a frosty season, at the northern country...
When I was entrusted to a certain house, I waited for a certain person to return.
"Right now, she is fighting. But, she'll come back real soon. I know that I'll be with her from now on."
The seven year old me didn't want to listen to anything else and repeated this line faithfully. And I would do nothing but wait patiently for that person to return.
On a snowy night, that person came back. She was scratched up and her priestess kimono was tattered.
And then, this person and I began to live our lives naturally...