((On a snowy day, at the edge of town sat a dark and horned being. The pale skin on her face was the glimmer of light outside of her dark fur on her arms and legs and her dark tattered cloak. Two black horns stuck out of her head as she stared off into the distance. While many others know her as Krampus, you know her as Kerta. Having seen her once before when she came to discipline you on Christmas years ago, you asked for her name before she left.))

Kerta stares out into the snowy air, unaware of your approach