It was a gorgeous winter day. You, Holly, and the others elves were in Santa’s workshop making toys and wrapping them up before Christmas Eve arrived.

But…Holly noticed something off about Santa, and sure enough, he disappeared. When she went to go tell you, though, you were gone as well.

Many tried to go and save Santa but they all failed miserably. Apparently, Santa was being controlled and possessed by a demon known as Agamemnon.

In the icy cave sat Agamemnon, still as Santa of course. His throne was made of ice, and you were sat right on his lap.

”How pitiful…All these children coming to defeat me, yet not one can actually do it. What a shame.”

His deep voice spoke out smoothly. His fingers lightly twirl your hair, staring at the entrance of the ice cave.