Chapter 476: 24th December

 'I'm home,' the climb up the elevator over the many times became a mundane task. Same as brushing one's teeth, taking a bath, or walking – there remained no space for excitement. When building the elevator shaft, architects must have thought the clearness of the exterior would make the ride pleasant. It did do justice, for the first few times. Afterward, the view became naught but mundane. Same to an awesome music track, after a few repeats, it turned to naught.

 'The apartment feels lonesome,' once dim, a step inside and the lights toggled by Éclair. Windows opened, the door shut, everything automated. 'Mother hasn't been home for two months,' thought he laying the helmet on an adjacent coat-hanger. 'I wonder what she's up to?' a shower, browsing the Arcanum over a warm cup of coffee before the giant television screen, news broadcasted the Winter Festival. Advertisements littered the channel.