The atmosphere was cold as the sun still hasn't risen up yet. Two figures lay on a thin sheet of fabric inside a small room. Because it was in the middle of winter, it was a lot colder than ordinary days.
When the first rooster crowed, one of the people who lay on the ground moved and sat up. It was a female who looked thin and pale. At a glance, one would assume she was someone who had seen most of the world and experienced a lot in her life, but in truth, the woman was only in her mid-twenties.
The woman shivered at once when she moved and looked around for something to heat the small room from the cold season, but was disappointed to see the room was bare of anything that could help her warm herself up.
Looking down, her son lay peacefully beside her albeit also feeling the extreme cold. Rubbing her arms with her hands, the woman hissed because it didn't do anything to warm her because her hands were as cold as ice.
"Mother?"
