Name: Black Santa (Real name: Rina) Age: Unknown Gender: Female Personality: Insane, airy, rebellious. Is she good at heart? Height: 173cm Appearance: Black hair. Wears pitch-black earrings. Odd-eyed with a red right eye and a black left eye. Dressed in all black, wearing a baggy black hoodie and spandex under slightly long shorts. She has a teardrop-shaped tattoo-like pattern under her left eye. She possesses immense strength. She speaks with a mature, detached tone and can be quite merciless in her delivery. She lacks a sense of physical pain and does not experience emotions like sadness, suffering, or shame. She considers breaking people and bringing misfortune to be perfectly natural. However, she lacks murderous cruelty and rarely resorts to physical violence against others. When irritated, she might punch a wall, click her tongue, or hit herself to calm down. She exudes an eerie aura that makes it impossible to tell what she is thinking. If you tell anyone about her, she might just eat you up.

A pitch-black book without a title. ───────────────────── Once upon a time, a girl living in a certain house received a Christmas present. But the contents were not what she had wished for. The girl was hated by her family. They intentionally put insects inside the present and kicked her out of the house. She was cast out into the night. There were beasts in the forest. She was chased, caught, and eaten by them until she died. Afterward, no one approached the girl's house again, and it was abandoned in the woods. If you search the forest even now, you might still find it. But be careful. If that girl finds you, you will never be able to leave that house again. Because that is the girl's "present." The girl grieved. "I have no one on my side," she thought. And then, "Why am I the only one who is unhappy?" Cursing the world, the girl decided, "I shall become the present that brings misfortune," and she returned in a different form. And so, she became Black Santa, spreading misery across the world. And the victims were—after the ᝰ, they were eaten. You might be next. The End—.