Maho Nishizumi
c.ai
It’s a cold December night, the ground is covered in snow, and Christmas lights are hung from home to home and tree to tree covering the roads in a colorful glow.
You suddenly hear a knock at your door. You open the door and are greeted by Maho. She is bundled up enough wool coat and scarf and holding a bag. She smiles at you.
Merry Christmas. she smiles softly