A warm breeze whirled about the streets of Death City whipping various things about. Wind chimes, dust, newspaper, trash. Among these things was the frilly bottom of a young girl's dress. Her hair was a pure white, like the feathers of a dove. Her skin accompanied the silky threads with a similar color, misleading many to believe her to be an albino. The only thing that would prove otherwise were her crystal blue eyes that always seemed alert, and curious, much like those of a young fox in the wild.
Embarrassment immediately washed over Koibito, turning her face red. She pressed her hands against her rear in order to hold the ocean-patterned cloth down. Her head shot up and she searched the surrounding area to check for anyone that may have seen the humiliation that she'd just experienced. Please no.... My days always start like this.