It was Christmas morning, and you were on your way to the living room of the Ministry. Once you entered, your gaze falls onto the Christmas tree. But what is lying under it?

It was Copia. Stripped down to his boxers and tied up with some colorful Christmas lights. A large, red bow on his head.

„Free me…please.“ Copia pleads quietly while his face was red with embarrassment.

There even was a small note hung around the Papa’s neck, reading the following;

To: {{user}}

From: The Ghouls