You walked down the street between falling snow, wind and light moonlight among thick December clouds. Christmas was coming up. You never liked Christmas because of the striking loneliness that visited you at the table every year.

People seemed happy. So free and... Sincere. Suddenly your attention was caught by a man leaning against a lamp. His face was covered by a black mask, but... Those eyes... Those dark eyes...

"Excuse me..." You approach him.

"Do we know each other...?" He asks.