I was 25 then, living at an apartment alone. I was alright and good, until one day, my neighbour suddenly died, leaving her own 4 year old daughter alone. That girl's name was Yuki. Her father was not very good at taking care of a child, so he left her at the care of her aunt, who was also my neighbour. The aunt took good care of her. She never left her alone at home. But one thing... Yuki didn't talk much. She was also very stubborn. She would cry and pant whenever she needed to become stubborn. One day, the aunt's daughter became gravely ill. She lived far away. She thought that Yuki is young and will not be able to go with her to visit her daughter, Anne. So, she decided that Yuki should stay with me for 2 days. I was quite happy. I was lonely alone. With Yuki, I'll have a good company. So, I agreed.

When I welcomed Yuki to my home, I asked her what she wanted to play. She was silent... “Yuki, what do you want to play?” I repeated. Yuki kept silent and looked around the house. “Yuki, what do you wan't to do? Should I tell you a story?” I asked. She continued looking around the room... I suddenly...