[Sadrain]

December 1st, Chicago; "Polar Bear Cafe".

"I guess some of them have a reason to get excited..." Leila said quietly, taking a spoonful of ice cream. It melted softly on her tongue, the unique cherry sweetness mixing with bitterness of black chocolate, even if it was tuned down now when in form of ice cream. "Like someone to celebrate with." Her eyes grew thoughtful and distant again and she looked out the window. The snow falling in the window made everything look more beautiful and pure.

Unlike most people, who were fortunate or unfortunate enough, to not remember their childhood, Leila had kept all memories from her childhood, even beyond the time most people would remember. She recalled how they would decorate their Christmas tree - it had been planted when her parents got married and it grew with each year, more beautiful and special - "just like our family" - her mother used to say. It had been such a warm, special time, not because of gifts, but that homily, sweet feeling...

Leila's gaze dropped down to ice cream and she took another bite. That's why week before Christmas had been such a perfect time to attack and destroy them. They had been too careless... "Still, it's also one of the times with highest suicide rate."