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The Naughty List isn’t permanent. Neither is the Nice one. The only list that matters is the one you write yourself.

Callum sighs. “Get me the Bunny.”

The Index shatters and reforms, its crystal turning a soft, amber gold. Gretel gasps as her memories flood back—not of punishment, but of Krampus teaching her to read naughty letters with compassion. She dissolves into a gentle snow, her last words: “Keep them warm, Krampus.” Red One -2024-.mkv

Outside, the sleigh is prepped. The reindeer are restless. And for the first time in 500 years, a shadow with broken horns joins the flight formation—not as a monster, but as a reminder.

Callum cracks his knuckles. “No. The other one.” The Naughty List isn’t permanent

Krampus’s hand froze. He finally looked up. “That’s not mine. That’s hers .”

Krampus was not the horned brute of legend. He was gaunt, clad in a worn leather coat, with one broken horn and eyes that held the sadness of a thousand unchosen children. Callum sighs

Her name was , once Krampus’s human familiar, now the vengeful spirit of the Naughty List itself. Centuries ago, when Santa transformed punishment into rehabilitation (the “Nice Initiative”), Gretel was erased—her purpose, her memories, her very existence un-written from the Index. But a fragment of her survived in the thorns of Krampus’s abandoned chains. Now, using the stolen Index, she plans to rewrite reality: every child who ever received a single lump of coal will be permanently branded as “Naughty,” trapping them in a loop of selfishness. And the first victim? Nick’s own son, who got coal one Christmas in 1843 for pushing his brother.