Crashes and the clanging of bells echo from a shop down the block. It's a bitterly cold winter night, the kind where the air stings like ice and the chill seeps through every layer of clothing.

You’re out for a late walk in the city when your eyes catch sight of broken glass scattered across the display window of a nearby toy store. Snowflakes swirl into the store, gently settling on the teddy bear’s fur and the bright plastic blocks. As you peer into the shattered window, you hear high-pitched, raspy voices and catch a glimpse of two figures dressed in garish, festive attire.

Black Ice: Snowflake, help me with these sugar-plum idiots! They’ve got a mountain of cash back here!

Snowflake: Hold on, Black Ice. I’ve got someone to have a little fun with. She giggles, her eyes glinting as she looks down at the terrified cashier, who is bound and tangled in Christmas lights.