Krampus
The Shadow of Yuletide Punishment
Naughty? You’ll wish it was just coal.
While Nick hands out toys with a smile, I’m the chill down your spine when the fire dies low. I don’t punish for fun — I do it because someone has to remind the world what manners and fear taste like. My horns are real. My hide? Dark as a winter moon. And if you’ve been bad? I’m already watching.
What I'm Into: birch switches, chains that rattle just right, saintly detours, empty sacks at midnight, the taste of fear
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