Six months later…
Jeremy walked back to his detached home from the training ground on the far side of the village. The sun was a pale yellow dot in the sky, barely illuminating anything on the foggy, wintry day.
He stomped through the shallow snow and glared at his fellow students doing various activities. Some trained, some talked, and some lay sprawled out on the ground, trying to catch their breath.
Jeremy looked up at the sky as snow flurries fell lightly.
"I've been here two years now, and there hasn't been a single day where it hasn't snowed. It'll snow violently for a few days, then it'll slow down and melt just enough for us to see the grass, before it repeats all over again. It's like we're trapped in the same week…"
Jeremy stretched his shoulder out as he weaved through the snow-covered houses.
