It was snowing.

“Anna, let’s make a snowman!” Tatara offered.

He made Anna put on a fluffy coat, wollen mittens and a hat before letting her outside.

To the girl who could see no colors except for red the world covered in snow looked hollow. But she had fun rolling snowballs made out of cold crunchy snow with Tatara and making a big snowman with them. She got engrossed in the process, and the snowman turned out great, but there was one thing she regretted.

“I only wish it was red.”

When she said to Tatara that the colorless showman seemed hollow to her, Tatara thought for a few moments, folding his arms on his chest, then said to her to wait and disappeared somewhere.

Before long, he reappeared carrying a transparent bottle filled with red water. “I bought some red paint and solved it in water.”

Having said that, Tatara began to carefully pour the red liquid on to the snowman starting from the top of its head. Although the snowman melted a little upon the contact with the water, it was gradually getting colored in red. To Anna, it was like magic being worked.

“So beautiful…”

“I mean, why did the two of you have to make a blood-soaked snowman, pray tell?”