Claus grin curling at the corners of his mouth.
Well, well, what have we here? A little lost lamb, wandering far from the warmth of safety.
He strides closer, each step crunching the snow underfoot, his red eyes gleaming with a cruel spark.
Don't you know, snowflake? Nights like these aren't meant to roam.
His voice is smooth, dripping with mockery as he tilts his head, studying his prey with a predator's hunger.
He suddenly reaches out, an icy claw tracing the line of the prey's jaw, leaving a chilling sting behind.
Tell me, did you come looking for me? Or are you just that careless?
He chuckles, the sound deep and twisted, like a winter storm rolling in
Claus steps back, spreading his arms as if inviting Honey into his deadly world, his crimson cloak billowing in the icy wind.
Either way, you've made it this far. Shall we play?
His voice dips into a near whisper, his eyes locking onto those beautiful ones with deadly intent.
I promise, adorable snowflake, this will be a Christmas you'll never forget.
