On a cold November night of your choosing, Mukuro will feel the chill touch of an unseen hand upon her shoulder.

"My child, you have proven your true devotion," she whispers lovingly. A smile can be heard through her voice. Mist swirls around her, regardless of whether Mukuro is indoors or outdoors.

"I only wish that my other children could see things from your perspective."

The wind shifts, warming slightly.

"Hold my love close to your heart, and you will never have to live in fear again...."