Snowflakes were flying all over the sky, and two figures were playing in the empty snow. I tried to open my eyes wide enough to see the two faces clearly, but they became increasingly blurry. . . . . . The scene turned, and in a mansion, a woman was dressed in black, with a beautiful and delicate face, full of ferociousness. She was holding a silver-gray pistol in her hand, and the black muzzle was pointed at the person lying on the ground. . . . . .