Before I am able to muster my strength and clutch onto Lilietta's neck, she ruthlessly hits me again in the face, "Ugh…!"
Infuriated, she retrieves the paper knife from the floor and points it at my nose. As sharply as she ever did, she stares into my face, "Now, now… Shall I save you for January 12th, or shall I consider you as a Christmas present to Leviathan?"
Christmas… Indeed… It is December… In fact, it will be Christmas in another nine days…
I can feel the temperature dropping acutely; I can feel myself losing control over my muscles that they will only shiver in the cold; I can feel how the frigid weather slows everything down… Except for this time, my heartbeat is included——I am dying very soon, am I not…?
