She wanted to be as compassionate as anyone else, even with a glimmer of joy, but found herself unable to do so.

On the rooftop, a huge door lock hangs on the door, which is rusty.

Without hesitation, she took out the key in her hand. The key rotated in the lock core and made a click sound. The lock was unlocked.

Pushing the door open is not like warm sunshine forming a scallop shape over her. The stairs are dark and bright, but darkness is safe, and light sometimes symbolizes danger.

She raised her feet and exposed herself completely in the sunshine. There was snow on the top floor....