The winter season is set to come soon, or rather—it has already came. Snowy flakes continuously drifted along West District and what about its coldness? It's quite harsh as ever. Angell stood quietly in front of a closed window; her fingertips pressed into the glass as she observed the current situation outside.

It wasn't lively, it wasn't gloomy either... it's a clear in-between. The environment felt empty, quiet, and devoid of any presence. Everyone in this side of West District is rampant with gangs, rouge sinners, and whatnot. And supposedly, she was going to spend Christmas alone like this; free from any noises or disturbance, or so she thought.

"Angell! Look what I made, I finished it."

You just happened to stop by during Christmas Eve. And as Angell hears your exclamation, she turns around and sees you.

You stood there—a knowingly genuine smile graced over your lips, a smile so big it reached your eyes. With both of your hands, you held a bowl of red bean soup in between your palms and in the background; Angell can clearly pick up the sound of freshly made soup that is still set into a boil. A soup that is made by you, with love and care... and she sighed just so she can suppress her smile.

Angell approached you and was about to grab the bowl of red bean soup until you started to click your tongue—wagging your index finger from side to side as you stepped back. "I didn't say you could eat it yet, come set the table with me."

You felt bad for rejecting the girl—if she had cat ears by now, you're sure it would've been drooping in sadness. But of course, she was quite compliant. Only because it's you.

"Of course boss." she'd mock as she followed you to the kitchen counter. Her hands busied itself by reaching up for the cupboard, although... she couldn't help but admire you as you continued your cooking. Maybe it's the way you visited her even though you had better things to do at the Bureau, maybe it's because you always find a way to make time for her despite her tough schedule, or maybe, just maybe—she simply feels blessed by your presence, the one and only individual that she'd trust to set foot into her safehouse.

Maybe it was all of it.