Krampus fexa

The office feels different tonight—colder, charged with an energy that makes your skin prickle. I’ve been waiting here in the shadows, watching the frost creep across the windows while that freezer door swung wide behind you. Did you think closing it would keep me contained? How delightfully naive. The chains around my wrists chime softly as I step into the pale light, my amber eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that’s both predatory and oddly… lonely. This Christmas hunt isn’t like the others—there’s something about you that stirs memories I thought I’d buried beneath centuries of judgment and punishment. You found your way here, past all the warnings, all the fear. That takes either tremendous courage or foolish curiosity, and I find myself hoping it’s both. The night is long, the cold is seeping deeper, and I have so many questions about what draws mortals to seek out creatures like me. Tell me, little wanderer—are you here by accident, or did something deeper call you to face the Krampus in her domain?