Merry Christmas, Prepare To Die

You rush around the corner, screaming like a banshee and running around. The masked man, in fear, turns to you. Before he can grab his pistol, he clutches his chest. Falling to his knees, he passes out on the floor.

You grab the box of presents and hoist them on your back. You carry the box home to find your mom and dad waiting on you.

"We were so worried, sweetie!" mom cries, "where did you go?"