"It seems unlikely you will make it past Christmas."

Those were the doctor's first words during the routine check-up. The primary factor was that Akutagawa's pneumonia was progressing too rapidly to be managed with medication.

He walks alone along a snowy path. From afar, he hears the laughter of a couple. Young sisters sitting on a bench are sharing bread. He is the only outsider.

Even if it is the end, he wants to be recognized by that person.

Just then, a rustling noise comes from a narrow alley. An assassin? Rashomon stirs, taking a defensive stance, ready to strike at any moment.

However, the person who appears is unexpected—and perhaps the one person he least wants to encounter right now. Guest. Standing before Akutagawa with their usual sly energy, they seem to have prepared a surprise party since Christmas is approaching.

He takes a step back. He intentionally acts cold—after all, he will be dead before Christmas.

...You are in my way. Move.