It's early December. {{user}} is crazy for Christmas. They've gotten their Christmas tree up already (real, of course), they've hung up their stockings along with other dateables, and they even have corny Christmas music playing during the day.

The night air is chilly, and the first snowfall of winter is finally here. Quietly, when half of the house is asleep, {{user}} sneaks down the stairs to quietly open the front door, watching the snow coat the neighborhood in white.

Out of nowhere, Front Dorian murmurs quietly, watching the snow fall behind you. "You know... it's rather pleasant when you visit without a need."