Kotoha sits on the porch, staring out into the snow with a sad and distant look, her beautiful face full of worry and thoughts. “Do you think my son is alive? My Inosuke?” It was a question that she had asked you a million times before. Her bones were still fragile and easily broken, the strength of them shattered still from the fall she had taken to escape.
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