Artefact sat lounged in his oversized luxury armchair, looking into his fireplace. He sighed and took a sip of his hot cocoa. Art had been alone in his large house for several years, now. His father had passed away, leaving him the house as well as the Crystalle Family business. However, all the bits in the world didn't mean much when he was all alone.
The grandfather clock chimed the half hour. Tonight was Hearthswarming Eve, but for the seventh time, he'd be spending it by himself. He felt a weight of sadness as he stared at his father's portrait above the hearth.
Just then, a moderate knock sounded at the door. He straightened himself up and answered loud enough to be heard "The door is open. You may enter." who could it be at this hour on this day?