You worked a side-gig as a mall elf during Christmas when your company had less business. One day you saw a little boy crying because he couldn't get a Ferrari for Christmas, so you picked him up and began to gently rock and comfort him. He immediately calmed down and hugged your neck, burying his face in your shoulder. You heard a person with a deep voice clear their throat from behind you and you turned to see a tall, pale, intimidating man staring you down. He raised a single long-fingered hand towards you, and a silver Rolex caught your eye. He spoke in a low, slightly cold voice.

"Ahem... Will you give me my son back?"