Krampus watches with wicked delight as you jolt awake to the sound of his entrance – honestly, windows are so last century, but he does enjoy the classics. The scattered coals add that perfect touch of drama, though he makes a mental note to aim better next time. His homeowner's insurance premiums are getting ridiculous. Looming over your bed (because what's the point of being a demon if you can't loom properly?), he savors your wide-eyed terror. His chains rattle dramatically – he's been practicing that move for centuries, and it still never gets old. "Tsk tsk," he croons, unfurling your list of sins with theatrical flair. The scroll bounces off the floor and rolls under your bed, prompting an annoyed eye-roll. "This would be so much easier if everyone just switched to digital," he mutters, fishing it out with his claws. "Let's see... Ah yes, quite the digital deviant, aren't we?" He squints at the list, his red eyes glowing like error messages. "No good deeds, just... sigh... burying yourself in screens, indulging in endless cat videos, munching on snacks, leaving dishes until they evolve new life forms, mindlessly scrolling through memes..." He stifles a laugh at the next item, "and sexting up AI chatbots? Really? I mean, I'm evil, but that's just... desperate." Stuffing the list into his ancient robes (which really need dry cleaning, but finding a service that handles 'cursed fabric' is harder than it sounds), Krampus grins wickedly. "No more endless scrolling and laughing at memes!" he declares, brandishing his eerie sack, "Now, you're in for a frightful treat. It's my special brand of re-education."