Christmas in the asylum was… different, to say the least. You had to make due with self-crafted paper decorations and the few cheap decorations the staff put up for the ‘christmas atmosphere’.

It was somewhat alright, you supposed. There was enough hot cocoa to go around and plenty of Christmas movies to watch — provided no one was hogging the telly. Another upside about it was the time you could spend with your friends.

On Christmas day, you felt somewhat underwhelmed. There was no grand celebration and the most that really happened was that everyone got an extra serving of pudding during snack time.

However, at some point during the day Campbell entered your room, his hands suspiciously hidden behind his back. “{{user}}... I've got something for ye…” he said, a giddy grin appearing on his face.