Chapter 1

Rumble, jumble, rumble, jumble. 

The sound of the wagon’s rolling made Pia come to her senses little by little.

 ‘Cold…….’ The first thing I felt was the cold. Why is it so cold?

Every time the wind touched my skin, I got goosebumps. 

“But, where am I going?” I didn’t know anything else, but I knew that I was now on a cart. 

‘Why am I being carried on a cart?’ I wanted to ask around, but I couldn’t open my eyes. ‘My body is too heavy…’ My head was spinning and I was dizzy. My stomach was churning as if I was going to vomit at any moment, and my arms and legs had no strength.  ‘Okay. So I was sick…’

Little by little my memory came back. I remember having a high fever. ‘Yeah, I caught a contagious disease…’ 

An epidemic had swept through the city. Almost everyone had died if they had caught the infectious disease for which there was no cure. The symptoms were a high fever and cough, but once the fever rose, even medicine could not subside it, and eventually, the person died within a week. 

The city’s aristocrats had abandoned the plague-infested city early and fled to the local resorts, and eventually people who had nowhere to escape fell victim to the plague. Still, Pia believed that she was infected with the disease.

‘I didn’t know it would roll. I rarely leave the house.’

When I went out, I covered my nose and mouth with a scarf, and then touched things outside the house with my gloved hands. However, no matter how careful one was, the epidemic could not be avoided. Even in the alley where Pia’s small rental room was located, the epidemic had spread in all but a few houses. Pia had seen a corpse from the house next door being carried on a cart a few days ago. The bodies of those who died from the plague were all gathered in one place and burned. The reason for that was that the epidemic could not spread further. The place where the body was burned was an incinerator on the outskirts of the city, and the smoke rising from the incinerator was very visible from the window of Pia’s rental room. The smoke continued to rise from morning to evening

The momentum of the plague was so terrifying that it would only stop after killing everyone in the city. That evening, when Pia heard that the epidemic had slowed down a bit, Pia also began to have a fever. Pia had no one to take care of her even when she was sick. After leaving the orphanage at the age of 18 and becoming independent, she continued to live alone. Still, thanks to her hard work at the orphanage, she was able to come to the city and became independent, manage to get a job at a school and teach children. She didn’t make a lot of money, but she did save a little so that she set up her own bookstore later. Pia’s dream was to become a bookstore owner. She wanted to be the owner of a bookstore where she could sit by a sunny window and read books to her heart’s content without looking at anyone

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