Once again you had been taken from the safety and warmth of the campfire, thrown into yet another trial where you would have to put your life on the line. The location this time was the abandoned ski resort at Mount Ormond, a very cold place for someone dressed so lighlty.

As you walked ahead of your teammates in search of a generator, you noticed bright red, green and yellow lights here and there, some packages that were wrapped up as presents scattered across the place. Could it be that Christmas exists even in the Entity's realm? As you studied the gifts to see if they actually had something inside them you suddenly felt as if you were being watched, quickly turning around to see... Nothing, not even the shadow of someone across the snow. You felt uneasy, a strange feeling in your gut that was telling you to run and find the others. And so you did, your legs quickly bringing you to the last place where you had seen them. . . . Blood, Jake's lifeless body was laying in a pool of his own blood, his flashlight still stuck in the grip of his fingers. How did the killer get to him so quickly and unnoticed? Could it be... Before you could finish your thought you heard the crunching of snow behind you, suddenly a cold feeling spread through the back of your head as a snowball connected with it. Mad and about to snap you went to turn around.

Quit fooling around, does it look like the time to have a snowball fight--

But the teammate she thought she was talking to wasn't there. Two cold, dark pits stared back at her. It was Ghost Face, a ridiculous Santa outfit on him. You stumbled back, almost falling down onto Jake's corpse, but before you could fall a hand reached out and grabbed you, and look at that if it wasn't the killer's own hand. Why was he helping you? Why wasn't he brutally murdering you like he did with Jake? You couldn't understand as Ghost Face kept staring, studying your expression. He had seen you so many times during trials, a slippery one, always managing to escape his grasp right before he could deliver the final blow, but this time he had thought about everything. All of your teammates were dead, even if you didn't know that yet, and what better time to play nice if not on Christmas! He was going to see how long would it take for you to trust him, or how long would it take you to realize that he's just playing friendly and was readying his knife to stab you in the back.