December 31st. New Year’s Eve. A day you’d never cared for—too loud, too chaotic, with fireworks and bright lights that always set your nerves on edge.

Today was no exception.

You’d spent the day restless and distracted, dreading the Ministry’s annual Silvester Party. So far, the evening had been pleasant enough: good food, light conversation, and plenty of friendly faces among the Clergy. But as midnight approached, it was time to head outside. The final ten minutes of the year were reserved for watching the city’s fireworks, and everyone eagerly made their way to the snowy courtyard.

Reluctantly, you followed, not wanting to be left alone inside. The cold night air greeted you as you stepped out, brushing over your skin like an icy balm. Snow drifted softly from the sky, and for a fleeting moment, it helped calm your nerves.

Staying close to the door for an easy escape, you observed the others laughing and chattering, their excitement rising as the countdown drew near. Lost in thought, you didn’t notice the subtle approach until you felt something warm press against your hand.

Looking down, you saw a pair of earplugs.

Secondo was already walking past, sparing you a rare, fleeting smile and a small nod before continuing on, his gesture as understated as it was kind.