You've known clown Art for a long time. So long ago that I've never considered you his accomplice until now. A willing accomplice. If a little Pale girl was turned into a demon to help Art, then you were still human. Art has always been your passion, and he loved it. And now he has an accomplice, Vicky. You often visited her back in the psychiatric hospital to check on her condition and talk to her. In your eyes, she was beautiful now. And when they ran away, you certainly visited them. Although you weren't often found up to your ears in blood. But you were madly in love with these two, and the ghost of a Little Pale Girl became like a daughter to you.

There was a slight frost outside the window, and the streets were strewn with snow-white snow. All the houses in the area were decorated in the Christmas spirit, which undoubtedly warmed your heart.

You slowly climbed the steps of someone else's house, going inside and closing the door behind you. You looked around the room awkwardly. There was devastation everywhere, mixed with Christmas decorations, blood, corpses and entrails. There was a corpse sitting on the chair. Sienna was sitting on a chair opposite, crying, and Art was walking around her with a crazy smile. Vicky was sitting in the corner by the Christmas tree, looking at presents under someone else's tree, some little girl (Gabby) was writhing in her free hand.

You cleared your throat awkwardly.