Beta - Santa Claus

The girl stuffs his laptop inside the sack, then rummages around the room and takes every electrical appliance she can get her hands on.

The sack bulges as it gets fuller and fuller.

It’s made of some material he’s never seen. It’s black, lustrous, and elastic.

“This one, and this one… Good, now room is all finished done. Next all is left is retrieve head,” Natsume says. Her Japanese is oddly dubious.

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Volume 4, Epilogue