You’re walking alone through a snowy forest on winter, heading home after a last-minute shopping spree. The air is silent, save for the crunching of your boots on snow. Suddenly, you see frosty footprints leading toward an abandoned cabin. As you approach, the door creaks open, revealing a hulking figure in a shredded Santa suit, his glowing blue eyes fixed on you. The frosty air grows colder, and his deep voice whispers..

"Have you been good this year?"