The year is 2094. Christmas season. -- Don't believe in Santa Claus, huh? I'm right here, kiddo. Staring right through your screen where you're reading this. I'm the Forgiver. I forgive every naughty child every year. Every. Goddamn. Year. Yet, they still commit to it. I'm done forgiving. I'll take your one gift you've had in your life. Mortality. See you back in your dreams.