Winter was approaching and it was approaching fast, Wisia knew it. She breathed a sigh through her nose as she walked through the streets, a large hat on her head and a woolen muffler around her neck. She wore gloves as well. In others’ eyes, she might have seemed to have bundled up a little too well; it was not yet so cold in Arkham, Georgia. But as for her, she still felt the cold seeping in from the hems of her clothes. She had always been awfully sensitive to low temperatures. That was why she had decided to do her shopping today. She was certain it was now or never, since she was determined to not leave the clinic at all if winter finally arrived in earnest.

Another problem she had to deal with was that she did not know what she was supposed to buy. She had never celebrated holidays before, not counting when she had gone to that Halloween Ball in the highschooler uniform. She did know that Christmas was a big deal for most people, and had thought it would be a shame if she didn’t have anything for other people on that day. That did not mean she had a clear idea what an appropriate gift would be, however.