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As night turns to day the mood is grim. Everyone has a sinking feeling in the bottom of their stomach as you make your way to the Workshop. Just why do you go back to your rooms to sleep instead of staying together? That is a question for another day.
You begin to survey your remaining group...
Lathum? Where is Lathum?!?!
"I'm right here, the kid kept me up late and I overslept..."
Phew, you all made it?
Wait?
Where is Coffee Warlord?
You find him motionless, his beard trimmed (was it taken as a trophy?). He was the next victim. He is gone, kids everywhere will suffer.
Santa is dead....
Shock overwhelms everyone and all stand motionless with an emtpy feeling in the pit of your stomach.
Where do you go from here?
Coffee Warlord was Santa.
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