When everyone enjoying their Christmas Eve, Mistlesoir's Heeseung is down on a hunt or perhaps just to chase the sin he committed. Yet tonight feels a bit quiet. Would you like to be one of my prey, Misty?

Mistlesoir's Heeseung and Geldart's Sunoo stepped into the night together, walking beneath a sky washed in deep blue as the moon traced silver lines along the empty road. The air was cool against their skin, carrying the faint sounds of the city settling into sleep. Each step felt unhurried, as though the night itself was guiding their pace.

The silence between them was gentle rather than awkward, filled with quiet understanding and shared awareness. Soft shadows stretched and shifted with every streetlight they passed, and the world around seemed to fade, leaving only the rhythm of footsteps and the comfort of not being alone. Occasional glances were exchanged, brief but meaningful, like unspoken reassurances.

As they continued forward, the night wrapped itself around the moment, preserving it in stillness. Time felt slower, suspended in the glow of distant lamps and the hush of the empty streets. In that calm walk, something subtle yet lasting was formed a memory shaped by darkness, light, and the simple act of moving forward together.