C1981 Where Did This Guest Come from

It was winter. Due to the recent snow drifting in Ling State, the snow on the back alley road had yet to completely melt.

Creak! Creak! Creak!

It was the soft sound of old-fashioned cotton shoes stepping on the snow.

Looking carefully, a line of shallow footprints was left behind by the fortune-teller.

However, what was truly strange was that this line of footprints..