She primed the club. Zoom. She was upon him before he could react. Whack. Whack. Whack. He is not moving. She rummages the property for valuables and puts them into her sack. Silverware, trinkets, jewellery. She leaves. There is artificial snow being pumped out of tubes to simulate snow. She raises her gloved hand holding a list of names and addresses written on a piece of paper. She crosses the next uncrossed name from the list.

Her name is Robyn. She is a bandit. She is crossing off names of people on her naughty list. She kills them and takes their valuable belongings. She then packs them in care packages and throws them down to The Lower level below. She recalls a memorable time as a kid and how she loved December. This was her way of bringing both her love of plunder and the warmth of giving in one fun and fulfilling evening. She trod onto the artificial snow and her footprints lead to the darkness of the night.