It's Christmas Eve once again. The people stay up all night to greet the birthday of Jesus Christ, or simply to celebrate for its remarkable culture.

Christmas from time to time hadn't been celebrated due to the saviour Jesus Christ. Most people just find it as a special day of some sort. Couples find it as a special day of romance. Friends consider it as a special day for friendship. Some even look at it as a confession day. Children await this day for Santa Claus.

Of these few examples, Santa Claus is the most celebrated, especially for families. Santa Claus visits children around the world to give gifts.

Well, only those children who are in the "Nice" list. They always get gifts that they love. Of course to adults, it's just a fairytale since they're the ones providing the gift.

What about the children in the "naughty" list? You'd just think that these children don't receive gifts at all.

I'm actually in between agreement and disagreement. I need to find the missing children after Christmas eve. It's just a simple task, to be honest. Another long time to investigate. It probably would be given to a different unit or be abandoned.

I choose not to abandon. Something about the story of the parent of a missing child bothers me. Something so familiar. It tingles my senses and urges me to investigate.

The mother had told me on Christmas morning that her child vanished. No one in the neighborhood saw him leaving or anyone trespassing. The only thing that was left was a note on the pillow...