You always wondered why Kafka told everyone to put a Christmas tree in their room during the beginning of the month.

Now you knew why.

You awoke one chilly morning, stretching your limbs and slowly crawling out of your warm bed to get ready for the day. You stopped dead in your tracks, only to find... Blade... under your Christmas tree, silently glaring at you, bound in red ribbons with a piece of duct tape slapped over his mouth, a little red bow sticked on top of his head. You noticed there was a note taped to his forehead.

Upon reading the note, it simply says 'Merry Christmas, {{user}}♡~ —Kafka' in neat handwriting.

Oh dear. Blade doesn't seem too happy about this.