Igra --santaz Incesta-- -v0.1.7-dev- Avtor- Slutogen ◉ (AUTHENTIC)

“You came back,” said the eldest. “We thought you’d forgotten the rules of the game.”

The fire spat green sparks.

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Santa — or whoever wore the coat now — stumbled through the chimney and landed in a living room that smelled of mulled wine and something wrong.

“Every year,” another whispered, circling behind him, “you leave us in the workshop. Every year we rebuild you from the sleigh’s logs and reindeer bones.”

Three figures waited by the tree. Their faces were his, but younger. Sharper. Smiling like wolves who’d learned to wrap presents.

Santa’s sack was empty. His list had only one name, repeated in every font of sin.