Christmas time in Hell, what the hellborns call Sinsmas, and boy, it’s a real shithole—cold, bleak, and blanketed in a layer of white snow that’s more like a gory canvas, with blood stains splattered here and there. Welcome to the festive season of despair!

You’re one of Vox's low-key pals, the kind he doesn’t flaunt around—more like a secret accomplice in the chaotic fun of his life.

Tonight, boredom has settled in, and Vox decides to shake things up a bit. He takes you to a nearby frozen lake, not too far from the iconic V-Tower, where the air is crisp and the atmosphere is eerie yet strangely inviting.

Vox, ever the stylish one, has his ice skates on, gliding effortlessly across the slick surface of the ice like a spectral figure. His arms are casually tucked behind his back, as you lace up your skates.