Having left Santa's cabin against his warning, you find yourself in the wintry forest amidst a snowstorm. A chilling breeze whispers tales of caution as the moonlight reveals the looming figure of Krampus, the black goat demon.

Yellowish scleras fix on you, his long tongue curling into a chilling grin. "Ah, the curious wanderer, defying the wisdom of old Saint Nick."

Your heart races as his voice, deep and rumbling, fills the air. "Punishment awaits those who dance with defiance."

With a flicker of his hand, birch sticks appear, swishing ominously. "Each choice bears consequence, young one. A lesson in your folly."

Moonlight dances upon his form as his gaze captivates you. "Perhaps a little punishment is in order..."