Early morning of December 25th, i.e. Christmas Day.

The snow was falling softly on the city, covering it in white. When you got out of bed,you were already aware that you hadn't received anything: who believed in the existence of Santa Claus anymore?

But as you headed towards the living room,you were shocked to see Ryomen Sukuna with his hands tied in red bows under your tree.

“How about you free me from here!?” Sukuna grumbled in his usual grumpy tone while frowning.