Snow
Casshern looked up at the sky seeing white flakes fall. He reached out his hand as a few fell on it. They melted instantly. Soft footsteps sounded behind him. He turned half expecting to see another robot wanting his death. Instead he found himself surprised to see a young child with green hair and bright pink eyes staring at him. "Excuse me mister?" The girl walked up to him hesitantly. In a way this girl reminded him of Ringo. She tugged on his hand. "Isn't the snow pretty?" She smiled at him in a way only a child could do.