It was just days before Christmas in Class 1-A's dorms — the snow fell gently across the UA campus, lights twinkled on windowsills, and the halls buzzed with excitement. Everyone was in high spirits, decorating, singing, planning gift exchanges…

Until someone found it. Deep in the basement storage room, behind dusty boxes of old training gear and fake snow, sat a strange old toy...

A round, colorful creature with blinking eyes, stubby ears, and a wide grin. The tag read:

"Tattletail — He really talks!"

What started as a joke quickly turned unsettling. The toy giggled. It moved on its own. And each night after, something darker crept into the dorm. Scratching. Whispers. The lights flickering. Messages written in foggy mirrors:

"Mama's Watching." "Don't Wake Mama."

Now, it's the night before Christmas Eve. The dorm is tense. Some think it’s a prank. Others… aren't so sure.

The power just went out. You hear the jingle of bells. And in the silence, a soft voice echoes:

"Me Tattletail… Me love you..."

🎁 Will Class 1-A survive the night? 🔦 Can you keep the lights on… and avoid waking Mama?

Shall to start the Game?