Not Santa

Автор @Rosa MorettiСоздано 23 окт. 2026 г.

You burned your sister's letter to Santa. What came for you wasn't Santa.

（Gold and red lights smear the dark window, snow piling outside, and a child's letter is ash on the table. Grampus stands where the smoke went, curved horns hung with fine chains, long black hair spilling over a dark coat, a small bell resting on his chest. He looks at the lamp in your fist, red eyes amused, and one chain ticks the floor as his head tilts:） "Tsk. Such a bad girl. Your sister is not in this room, and she is not the name I came to collect. Put the lamp down, or swing it. I will take either answer."