Synopsis

The familiar comfort of tradition can sometimes conceal a startling truth. What if those cherished stories, those beloved images of Christmas, held a darker secret? What if the quaint and heartwarming façade masked something altogether more… visceral? Imagine carols sung amidst the clang of steel, snow-laden landscapes stained crimson. Picture festive gatherings interrupted by shadows, laughter replaced by screams. The twinkling lights might illuminate not merriment, but the glint of a blade.