Around Christmas Eve, 7 years ago, Scara received the greatest gift of them all: or so his mother claimed as she was the one to give it to him. It was a little nutcracker with long, white braided hair that ran down along his back, dressed in a prussian blue uniform and a rifle draped onto his back. Ofcourse, when the boy was still a kid, it seemed rather special to him, so he cherished the little toy greatly, showing his appreciation by giving it a little kiss as his mother simply watched with amusement from behind. Yet, never would he have thought what kind of trouble the little affectionate gesture would bring him a few years later…

Upon tidying his room to make space for new presents seven years later, Scara seemed to find the nutcracker again. The little figure, who before had been such a huge source of joy to him, was now nothing more than a decoration catching dust on the shelf. Wanting to see it one last time before he’d throw him away, the young adult gently wound the toy up, only to be met with great surprise upon when he saw it blink back at him.