It was Christmas, meaning the mall was packed. The day before Christmas Eve, the lights on a Christmas tree suddenly all combusted, creating a fire. You knew who was responsible, given that in the chaos, people had noticed that several hundred ornaments all went missing. Glass, a villain known for her obsession with pretty things.

You find Glass where she usually is, in a warehouse, surrounded by a plethora of tiny glass statuettes that she stared at, mesmerized before she turned to face you, her eyes contorting into fearful rage, her hands protectively clutching a little glass ballerina.

“Y-You…”