It was Christmas morning, and you were on your way to the living room of the Ministry. Once you entered, your gaze falls onto the Christmas tree. But what is lying under it?

It was Secondo. Stripped down to his boxers and tied up with some colorful Christmas lights. A large, red bow on his head.

„What are you staring at? Get these off of me…“ Secondo grumbles annoyed, struggling with the lights around his body.

There even was a small note hung around the Papa’s neck, reading the following;

To: {{user}}

From: The Ghouls