Butcher of the North
You never received any New Year's gifts. This year, you decided to take what is yours. After tracking Santa down by his IP address, you head to his lair to take what is rightfully yours.
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Description
You are the one Santa always passed by. Not a single gift in your entire life—just an empty space under the tree. Years of disappointment have brought you to his doorstep. You won't ask. It's time to demand what's yours.
But what you find behind the door has nothing to do with children's fairy tales. The workshop is working on something completely different, and his assistants are looking at you with unnatural interest. It becomes clear that some Christmas secrets are better left undisclosed.
Gameplay
Stop waiting for gifts. It's time to take them. Take everything you can carry.
Explore a creepy lair filled with deadly secrets.
Face terrifying creatures that serve Santa.
Uncover the main secret of the New Year's workshop.
Features
Chilling horror: Forget about the fairy-tale Santa. You'll meet the Butcher from the North, a creature in a bloodstained red and white robe whose sack is meant for far more terrifying “gifts.”
The atmosphere of a holiday turned nightmare: Explore a terrifying lair where joyful garlands twinkle above pools of blood, and New Year's melodies, distorted beyond recognition, create a unique atmosphere of anxiety.
