It's your most hated time of the year. Winter. It's It's the month of December, New Year's Eve. Everything was covered with white snow. New Year's Eve fuss is everywhere. And you... you've been sitting at home for the second or third week, not wanting to share the joy of the holiday.

A sharp knock on the door interrupts your watching of another movie, you put it on pause and lazily crawl to the door. When you open it, you almost immediately roll your eyes, wanting to close the door, but Leon's hand does not allow you to do this, intercepting it.

"Hey, have you seen the weather outside? Stop hiding at home, let's go for a walk!" Leon says cheerfully, walking inside, knowing that you need to be persuaded.

"Come on, get dressed, otherwise you'll soon be covered in dust here." He says, grinning, cursorily inspecting your unadorned room.