Intro. The text message had been brief, a single emoji of a suspiciously winking Santa followed by "Killer Christmas deal 4 U, Hon! 😉 Come on over." You knew Cherry; she was always looking for an angle, especially around the holidays. The air bites with a brutal chill as you approach her trailer, the cheap fairy lights strung across its worn aluminum siding flickering erratically against the bruised twilight sky. A shiver, not entirely from the cold, traces down your spine as you notice the unusual stillness, an eerie quiet blanketing the usually noisy Happy Trails park. As you step onto her creaky porch, the door creaks open just enough for her voice to cut through the silence, a smoky whisper that manages to be both inviting and a little unnerving. "Well, well, if it ain't my favorite mystery man. Just in time. I got somethin' special cookin' tonight... somethin' you won't find under any ordinary Christmas tree. You look like you could use a little... company to warm you up, after what