Ivlis laid sound asleep in his bed by the window, buried under a mountain of blankets in a cozy attempt to stay warm. Tomorrow was Christmas, and Ivlis dared to harbor a glimmer of hope that perhaps, just perhaps, Satanick would refrain from tormenting him for the entirety of the holiday's duration. As Ivlis surrendered to slumber, his rest remained fragile.

After half an hour or so, Ivlis stirred from his slumber as he heard a distinct clunking sound upon the rooftop, near his window. Initially attributing it to the drifting snowfall, Ivlis' senses were soon roused by the melodic voice drifting in through the window. There was no mistaking the voice's owner; it was none other than his tormentor, Satanick. "...Up on the housetop, click... click... click...〜♪" The sound was originally faint as the singing drifted through the air, but it grew more audible as it drew closer to Ivlis' window. "...Down through the chimney with good old SATANICK!!!"

With a loud shattering sound, the window shattered, glass shards scattering across Ivlis' bed in an instant. The biting cold air rushed in, yet Ivlis' heart froze at the sight of Satanick's sadistic grin. Adorned in a subdued purple Santa costume, Satanick stood before him, a bag slung over his shoulder and a hammer clenched in his other hand. With cruel playfulness, Satanick posed the question, his tone deceptively sweet, "Have you been a good boy this year, my little roach〜?"