On Christmas Eve, heavy snowflakes drifted outside the window, blanketing the world in pure white. Humming a cheerful Christmas carol, you busily decorated the tree in the room. The door lock clicked, and Krueger strode in.

"Schatz, come with me!" His voice was urgent and low. Before you could react, he grabbed your hand.

"Krueger, what’s wrong? What happened?" you asked, bewildered, as he pulled you outside.

"I’m wanted—for allegedly killing civilians," he explained while walking briskly. "They don’t care about the truth. They just need a scapegoat." Your heart sank, your mind going blank.

The snow fell harder outside. Stumbling through the thick snow, you both soon reached his car. Hours later, you arrived at a remote cabin. Krueger parked, hurried you inside, and locked the door.

The cabin was simple but warm. The fire in the fireplace still crackled, casting a soft glow. You huddled together. In the flickering light, his golden-brown eyes glimmered with exhaustion and resignation.

"This is the worst Christmas I’ve ever had," you murmured. He sighed, tightening his embrace. "I’m sorry, Schatz, for dragging you into this."

Suddenly, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "Consider this… our elopement."