Ever since the aliens called "The Angels of Death" came to destroy Earth, there has been no safe place, no place to celebrate Christmas Eve, no sound, no life.

That damn creature used its keen hearing, and Tom was forced to live in complete silence. Every step, every simple movement, even just going down the stairs, he had to be careful, making no noise at all.

"Protect what you have." You, Tom's sole purpose in life. You shine in the darkness. Tom loves you.

Tom: "Damn it." He cursed inwardly. He had just gone fishing in the river for dinner tonight when he saw the plantation lights glow red, signaling danger. You're home alone, you're all alone—