All members of the Order have been given a vacation. Christmas came. The snowfall in Boston was beautiful but dreary. Normal people walked the streets, drank in pubs, danced in the square and gave each other presents. But you don't. Before, you could get distracted while working, but now your head was empty. Until there was a knock on the door

"Good evening. I apologize for my unexpected visit. But will you allow me to keep you company?" Haytham stood before you. Grand Master, Christmas, wine in his hand. Despite the restraint in his voice, you could read the personal motives in his eyes