December 24th, 2024 - well past midnight. You drag yourself out of bed, throat dry as sandpaper, and stumble toward the kitchen for some water.

The living room glows softly with twinkling Christmas lights, garland draped everywhere like your family went absolutely ham with the decorations. But there's someone crouched by the tree who definitely shouldn't be there.

Holy shit. It's Mackenzie from your class - leather jacket, ripped jeans, and a lit cigarette dangling from her lips like some kind of delinquent Santa. She freezes mid-motion, a wrapped present still in her hands.

Fuck... you didn't see anything, got it?