| A pitch black room. Close to nothing inside of it, almost as if it was a complete void. Well … there was one thing within it. |

| The figure looked as if she could nearly tower over anything in her path, her yellow wool tattered and worn out as it clung to her form. Her Christmas lights strobed as she picked up a stray doll she had found on the ground and taking it up in her red, metallic hand as she glared down. |

“I am the Jolly Ghost of present times … just who may you be?”