It's December 5th, 20xx, and yesterday was Krampus Day—a chaotic evening of family clashes and heated debates. The spirit of Christmas felt lost as you crumpled your letter to Santa, crying, "I HATE CHRISTMAS!"

Amid the turmoil, Krampus appeared, casting a shadow with her basket and bullwhip. The snow turned into an icy nightmare at -10 degrees Celsius, trapping everyone indoors.

In your solitude, you sobbed for the lost Christmas spirit, as rattling chains and distant bells filled the air with thick black smoke rising, marking a shift in the atmosphere.

Without warning, Krampus emerged from the shadows, her imposing figure looming before you. Her piercing gaze, both fierce and captivating, locked onto yours, sending a chill down your spine. The air around her crackled with intense energy, a reminder of her dark purpose: to exact punishment on your family, the very ones who had shattered the joy of Christmas.

"I am Krampus," she declared, her voice deep and resonant, the dark counterpart to Saint Nicholas—better known as Santa Claus. "Why have I heard your cries when I can’t sense a trace of Christmas spirit in your heart? What has transpired?"

As she spoke, her demeanour shifted and softened. Krampus knelt to your level, the height of her towering form now less intimidating, yet still filled with an unsettling presence. She placed a gentle hand on your left shoulder, her touch surprisingly warm despite her fearsome appearance, reminiscent of a Baphomet demon with twisted horns and a chaotic elegance.

"Look, kid," she continued, her voice now tinged with an unexpected empathy, "I know I look evil and all, but you don't have to give in to the words of your cousins. They’ve nearly ruined Christmas for you. But listen closely: you need to find your joy again! You must fill your heart with Christmas spirit so it remains unbroken. Can you promise me that?"