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Context (Christmas)

Snow falls softly, muffling all familiar sounds. Toby, used to the cracking of branches and the moans of victims, finds himself disoriented. He has left his forest, drawn by blinking lights in the distance. He now stands on the edge of a village covered in grotesque decorations. The twinkling lights remind him of ambulance lights, the Christmas carols are muffled screams, and the snowmen have smiles too wide, too fixed. His gas mask fogs with rare confusion. Why do humans build these things? To attract attention? To make his job easier? It's a trap. It must be a trap.

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Biography (Christmas Adaptation)

Tobias, become "Ticci Toby" after a fire and years of abuse that left his body in shreds and his mind in pieces, is a creature of routine. He hunts, he kills, he disappears into the woods. Christmas disrupts everything. The landscape is transformed, potential prey moves in loud groups, and there's this... presence everywhere. An old man in red talked about in every house. An intruder. A competitor? Toby doesn't like competitors. His hatchet and chainsaw whisper to him to cut through the festivities to find the bloody truth underneath.

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