Le Sacrifice de la Dame

There's something undeniably cozy about spending the evening huddled with all the people she's come to know through being a Phantom Thief. At first, the cold outside will have everyone with a cup of coffee, but eventually, with so many people, it becomes much too warm inside to want another. Every year, despite their numbers, or the volume of conversation, it never feels claustrophobic. Sometimes it's a little overwhelming, but more akin to holding your hand next to an open flame : a warmth that doesn't quite burn. Today is just like every year. Makoto mingles, she enjoys the atmosphere and makes idle conversation. However, every now and then, despite her best efforts to enjoy the moment, she finds her eyes wandering back to Akechi. -or-One moment Akechi is dead, the next, he isn't. Turns out he's never been.