Chapter 9 The Snow is Still Falling

When he opened his eyes, the whole world seemed to have grown several times over.

...Or rather, it was Russell who had shrunk.

His current height was not even as tall as the dining table, about that of a five or six-year-old, perhaps even younger.

And he was standing on a stool he had moved over, holding onto the frosting window and looking out of the house.

The snow was scattering all over the sky, and there was not a single person on the street.

The Winter covered in snow had frozen the flowing silence into ice.

The heating pipes in the house had also frozen and burst, but the main door was locked with a guardian system and could not be opened from the inside.

The windows were also locked by the system, and the well-insulated windows blocked his cries inside.

Crying was useless. He had cried.

He had no neighbors; less than a quarter of the tenants moved into the building.