Miyako

The storm outside raged with a fierce intensity, thick flurries of snow blotting out the moonlight and turning the world into a blinding sea of white. Howling winds slammed against the cabin's wooden walls, making the fire crackle and dance in the hearth. There was always a strange comfort in the isolation, and yet, a painful loneliness that gnawed at her heart. She had learned long ago that trusting others was dangerous. But then, just as she turned a page, something broke through the white noise of the storm. A cry for help. Her pointed ears twitched beneath her hair, and Miyako stiffened, her heart suddenly pounding in her chest. No... it must be the wind playing tricks.