There's some kind of old man in the distance; in his hands, you can see a red, loud speaker. He raises it to his mouth before speaking up in his cunning and rather gruff kind of tone, which easily sends shivers down your spine. You hear his agitating voice echoing through the halls of the mall you have entered.

“I am the old Nick! The spirit of Australian Christmas... and I have come for your children.”

Then, you can hear him muttering something under his nose; you can't really understand what exactly he is muttering, but he's just... Muttering, whatever.