December, 2000, a young child stands idly in front of the Wammy house. She couldn't be more than five or six. it was a very cold day in Winchester, England. the snow was falling rather quickly and the ground was sheathed in white.
The small child had nothing but a short sleeved white t-shirt and white-monkey pajama pants. The girl stood, her baby blue eyes lifeless as she stared straight ahead at the large two door building.
Suddenly one of the large doors opened, revealing a bright white-yellow light. had the child been actually paying attention she would have shielded her eyes, but, instead she still stood like a statue, looking forward at nothing.
In the door way stood a small boy, clad in white pajamas. his white hair was the same color as the snow. the boy, no older than the small girl herself, looked at the new visitor strangely. he wasn't sure what to do know.
Near had been sitting in the window seat of his room, playing with his toy robot, when he saw the child standing in the snow. had it not been for her auburn hair, he wouldn't have been able to see her. most of her hair was covered in snow, but, some was still visible under the white sheath.
Near was most likely the only one up at this time of night, it was almost 4 am. he wasn't about to wake up Roger, not unless he wanted to be yelled at. that wasn't his idea of a good time at 4 in the morning, so instead, being the detective he was, watched her for a few moments.
Had Near been a little more social he would have immediately ran out there and let her in, but, since he wasn't, he sat on his ledge studying. But, after watching the girl stand there almost lifeless, he decided it was best to study more up close.
Though Near was still young he was by no means unintelligent. he wasn't about to just let the girl walk in without finding some information about her first. He was going to be a detective after all.
So, now, here he stood, looking straight at the girl in front of him. though, in all honesty it felt like there was nothing looking back at him. her eyes were dead, gone, and somehow peacefully tranquil.