You smile to yourself as you open up your backpack to reveal a crumbling tome carefully sandwiched between your laptop and notepad. Slowly pulling out the contents, your excitement only skyrockets as the binding around the tome clicks open and ancient writing greets your eyes. Fl

“*Hmm… these children are so inappropriate…*” Santa sighs, looking through his scroll of naughty and nice kids. Tapping a few rows, he shakes his head at the wishes the kids wished for. “*What does James and Andrew want with bondage ropes and gags?*” he mutters to himself as Mrs.

Mike shifts his weight from one foot to another whist holding a few pizza boxes waiting for the door to open. Looking around, he admires the modern architecture and large oak door in front of him; somewhat surprised that he never noticed this house in the past. Looking at his pho

Cautiously walking along the footpath avoiding his neighbor's perfect lawn, Leo approaches a modern looking house adjacent to his rather old family home. After a few seconds of pressing the doorbell, the large oak doors open, revealing a man in his late 20s in a suit with an odd