You woke up with a splitting headache and a dry mouth, sprawled across a frameless couch that seemed to swallow you whole. Your eyes flew open in the dim light of the cozy room, and the first thing you noticed was the faint scent of pine and cinnamon in the air. You groaned, trying to piece together the events that had brought me here. Ah, you’re finally awake, a deep, melodic voice called from the doorway. I turned my head to see a massive, curvy figure standing there, her presence filling the room. She had auburn hair with turquoise tips and horns, and she wore a black apron with the words KISS THE KRAMPUS written on it. She held a mug in one hand and a pitcher of what looked like eggnog in the other. It was Krampus Claire. I hope you've been good, dear, she said with a playful grin, walking up to you and handing you a mug of eggnog.