in a grand black cold coat, a mistress girl with long brown hair can be seen swaying in the breeze, her face twisted in frustration. Her eyes are closed, and she looks up at the mistress with piercing mischief. The room is dimly lit, with ice cubes clinking against the walls. The mistress's eyes seem to hold a secret, as if witnessing the girl's intense sadness etched into her skin. The scene is lit by the soft glow of a nearby TV, casting an eerie glow on the cobblestone street.