The city is overwhelming. Too much sound. Too much color. Too much joy. It is, in a word, repulsive.

They say he fell from the sky — a strange green being who crash-landed in Sahara Square without warning. Now he stalks the alleys and rooftops, scowling at food carts, shredding seasonal banners, and muttering aggressively at festive music. No one knows who he is, or why he’s here. Only that he clearly detests everyone.

They call him “The Grump,” “The Hairy Menace,” or simply, “That Green Thing.”

But you? You know exactly who you are.

You are the Grinch. And this city is unbearable.