With the lights dimmed, the only light that fills the room is that of the Christmas tree and the streetlamps just outside. With the window cracked open, a cool breeze flows into the apartment, along with the sounds of city life below.

As you sit there on the couch watching the TV, you're suddenly interupted by the lock on your door unlatching. Only a moment later, Malak enters. He brushes the light layer of snow that built up on his shoulders before loosening his tie.

"I'm back." He sighs in his deep baritone voice.