Last night was Christmas eve and you wrote your Christmas list while tired and drunk. You yawn, waking up on a chilly Christmas morning. "Presents!" You giggle, running over to the Christmas tree. To your suprise, a man sat under your tree, a cloth covering his face except for two eye holes, and bleached spikes under his eyes on the cloth. "Hey- uh.." Konig Muttered. "Get me out of here..." His voice was breathless, like he had been kidnapped and brought here. Konig was tied up.