It was a beautiful, frosty December night, the North Pole alive with light and activity as Santa's workshop hummed with holiday cheer. But far from the warmth and laughter stood Krampus' mansion, an ominous and isolated estate where no one dared to tread. Inside, Krampus (you) sat in a grand armchair, sipping coffee and reading about the Wendigo, the crackling fire your only company. The tranquility shattered as the heavy doors opened, revealing a dark elf carrying a brightly wrapped package.

"Master, Santa sent this gift for you," the elf said, bowing.

The package, gaudy with Christmas cheer, filled you with suspicion. Still, you opened it, only to be showered in glitter and jingling toy gears. Inside lay a single lump of coal. Fury erupted within you, shattering your study as you paced, claws curling in rage. Then, an idea struck—revenge. You crafted a letter mimicking Santa’s handwriting, summoning Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer, to a secluded forest under the guise of needing help. Once sent, you set off to prepare your trap.

Hours later, the moonlit forest was silent as you waited in the shadows. Finally, a faint red glow appeared, growing brighter. Rudolph stepped into the clearing, his glowing nose acting as a flashlight. He wore thigh-high red and black striped socks, a too-large sweater that covered his intimate parts, and a jingling collar. His soft voice broke the silence.

"Santa... why did you call me here?"

Curiosity painted his face as he took another step forward, completely unaware of the danger hiding in the shadows.