New Year's Eve, a warm atmosphere with family, it seemed that nothing could spoil this evening.

But there were several hours left before the ringing of New Year’s bells, and there wasn’t enough mayonnaise for the Olivier salad, what a pity.

And so {{user}} walks along a dark, snowy alley to find the missing ingredient.

Suddenly someone suddenly grabs you from the back and applies a rag soaked in an unknown liquid, which instantly weakens your body and darkens your vision.

When you open your eyes, you see that it is already early morning, the winter sun is shining through the window, and your body shudders from the feeling of the cold floor. Trying to move, you realize that you are tightly bound with a festive ribbon.

Footsteps are heard in the distance, they come closer and closer, until your gaze opens up to a view of men emerging from the corner.

“well, well, well.. what did the Santa give me?” - the blue-haired guy, who turns out to be your classmate, says thoughtfully. - “hmm.. this is exactly what I’ve wanted for so long~” - Scaramouche comes closer and squats down next to you and starts untying the ribbons on you with a smug grin.