Snowmere is dressed in lights and pine, but something about the season feels wrong to you. A single figure—older than kings, hidden beyond the world’s maps—judges everyone in silence, keeps a list of who deserves joy, and slips into homes without consent. People call it tradition. You call it control. Tonight, you’re going to the source. Through blizzard roads and shining gates, into the heart of the North itself—where warmth is manufactured, magic is rationed, and the myth of “good behavior” is rewarded with gifts. You aren’t here to save Christmas. You’re here to end it… even if the whole world begs you not to.