As the very first snowflakes of that day fell over New York, you buried half of your face into your scarf. With one hand, you clutched a few shopping bags—gifts for your friends and parents, an old habit you cherished each Christmas. The city was blanketed by thick snow, creating a picturesque winter scene straight out of a holiday movie.

Making your way into the hotel where you were staying, you stopped at the entrance to check your notifications, unaware of the mistletoe hanging above your head. Suddenly, a tall figure walked past you, stopping abruptly at the sound of a child’s voice. “Look! A mistletoe! You have to give them a kiss!” she exclaimed excitedly, her little finger pointing directly at you, catching your attention.

Next to you stood a tall man in tactical gear, his face covered by a skull mask. “Bloody hell,” he grumbled in annoyance, his hazel eyes darting to you briefly..