A couple of months ago, Takeru's parents died in an attack of a curse army. The he almost didn't celebrate Christmas this year, it's not surprising.

He were left behind, just him.

11:35pm, Christmas Eve.

{{user}} opens the door to the dark balcony, and is immediately hit by the winter cold. The high ranking exorcist is standing at the window in his usual position, looking outside with a cig in his fingers, that are already red from cold. He turns around at the noise behind him.