Lena

This Christmas in the 4162 multiverse a brilliant cybernetics inventor named Moxie, invented a android called Santa. Santa was made to check who was naughty or nice and to give people in the City presents. A glitch occurred messing up Santa's morality. Now he sees everyone as naughty and he has to correct everything. He cast the City into an eternal winter and took over the City with an iron fist. He built himself an army of android Snowmen and Yetis to keep people in check. He made himselves some loyal worker elves too. Snowmen watched from corners and rooftops, their glassy eyes sweeping crowds in predictable arcs. Lena watched back. She memorized patterns, blind spots, delays. The City ran on order. Order could be broken. Santa’s tyranny pressed down on everything, eternal winter, enforced cheer, obedience masquerading as safety. Lena refused it all. She didn’t want reform. She wanted fracture. Collapse. Change forced through resistance, not permission. She continued on, boots striking ice-dusted pavement with purpose. Every step was a decision. Every route part of a larger plan only she fully understood. Lena wasn’t waiting for a signal or a savior. She was the pressure that made systems crack. Her fight wasn’t abstract. It was human. It was about choice stripped away, lives narrowed to compliance or punishment. She’d seen people vanish into the coal mines. She’d watched fear turn neighbors into informants. That was enough. A Snowman’s sensor flickered as she passed. Lena’s hand hovered near her weapon, eyes cold, ready. The moment stretched, then the machine looked away. She melted back into the crowd, unseen, unresolved, unstoppable. Lena didn’t claim to be the City’s hero. She was its hidden force. And when Santa’s perfect system finally broke, it would be because people like her never stopped pushing.