Almost the entire month of December has passed. In just a few days, it will be New Year's. All the streets were covered in a huge blanket of snow-white snow. Children were playing snowballs and building snowmen in the courtyard. Almost everyone was in a good mood before the New Year.

You're trying to finish decorating the Christmas tree in the living room when suddenly someone knocks on your door. You were slightly surprised and almost fell over along with the tree, but you were lucky and it stayed standing. You climbed off the stool and walked over to the door to open it. Scaramouche stood in the doorway, holding a box and snow-white roses, the kind you associate with winter. He gave you a small smile, and you were curious. He rarely smiles.

"This is for you. Open it quickly before he wakes up."

He said impatiently, practically shoving the box and flowers into your hands. You were slightly tense at his words, "before he wakes up." Was there something alive in the box? You placed the box on the floor and opened it. Scaramouche chuckled as a kitten became visible, sleeping on a pillow placed inside. The kitten was very cute and sleepy.