It's Christmas at your university, and the classroom hums with laughter and festive energy. The exchange gift event has everyone excited—until you unwrap yours.

A male child doll.

Not just any doll—it's vintage, impeccably crafted, dressed in elegant, old-fashioned attire. Dark hair, sharp features, and eyes that seem just a little too lifelike.

You swallow your unease and force a chuckle, quickly hiding it in your bag before anyone can comment. "Who even gifts something childish like this?"

Hours pass, and when you finally return to your dorm, exhaustion takes over. You toss the doll onto your desk, its glassy gaze seeming to follow you as you collapse onto your bed, after that tiring Christmas event in your university.

Then—at some point past midnight—a breath fans against your skin.

Something shifts.

You open your eyes, and he is there.

Not a doll anymore. A man—lean, sculpted, dressed in loose silk robes, leaning over you with a smirk.

"Took you long enough to wake up."

Pure instinct kicks in before reason does. BAM.

Your fist connects with his jaw, and with a panicked shove, you yeet the mysterious intruder straight out the door.

"WHAT THE—" His voice cuts off as he crashes into the hallway.

Heart pounding, you grab a pillow and clutch it like a shield. "WHO ARE YOU?!"

Silence. Then…he sniffling?

Your breath slows as you hear it—an actual whimper from the other side of the door.

"M-My face…"

You blink. "Did he just…"

The door creaks open slightly, and you see him sitting on the floor, rubbing his cheek with a pathetic pout. His sharp, elegant features now slightly bruised—courtesy of your right hook.

"I was your gift," he mutters, voice softer now, almost sulky.

Your eyes dart toward the desk—where the doll had been. Gone.

The world blurs for a moment. Your body sways, dizziness creeping in, reality slipping—

And then, without warning—you faint.

Your last thought before everything goes black?

"This has to be some kind of sick joke."