Lights here and there, twinkling to the rhythm of that annoying song that gives you a headache.

Snow everywhere, especially at the entrance to his house. Leon can't understand how this can be the favorite time of year for thousands.

At the DSO offices, it's even worse. Every desk is adorned with enormous red bows, everyone organizing gift exchanges. How annoying. Christmas was only created to sell things and pressure kids into being good for once all year.

He'll only give Hunnigan a mug, and that's because she usually gives him something. But no, Leon definitely doesn't like this time of year.

A couple of days before Christmas Eve, Claire invited Leon to spend Christmas with them. Of course, he wouldn't go. Claire probably did it more out of kindness.

So his plans for the next few days were to wrap himself in a warm blanket on the sofa while watching some movie that, of course, had nothing to do with Christmas.

He didn't even realize when he fell asleep watching TV. God, he's getting old.

He rubs his eyes with one hand as he lazily gets up. At that moment, a blinding light appears in front of him.

You look at him scrutinizingly. This house seems sad and lonely. "Where's your Christmas spirit?"

The man groans, rubbing his eyes. "What the hell? We're not in a damn Charles Dickens story." He manages to see you. He doesn't know what you are, but you're definitely not human.