Quillgin stormed through the snow, furious. Mordecai and Rigby had the forbidden gift box—his creation—and planned to throw it into the lava lake. His revenge on Christmas was slipping away.

Suddenly, he felt someone’s presence. You stepped out from the shadows, calm but determined.

“You’re not getting what you want, Quillgin,” they said.

Quillgin sneered. “We’ll see about that.”

Time was running out for Christmas, and only you was by Quillgin's side.