Engines flare- skyline cracks. Santa storms in with the drones at his back. HO-HO-HUNT! HO-HO-HUNT! [Cycle 1] He rockets through the frostbit wires, jetboots screaming like burning tires. Sleighframe armored in killing chrome, hunting heat signatures far from home. Infrared paints your outline red, one single pulse- he knows you fled. His visor cuts through smoke and smear, zero doubt that you're marked this year. [Fear Verse] Old tales claimed he carried cheer- new ones whisper he tracks your fear. The city trembles when he descends, a myth reborn to hunt loose ends. [Chant] Step too slow- he'll track your soul. Turn too late- he takes control. HO-HO-HUNT! HO-HO-HUNT! [Cycle 2] He doesn't follow trails-he predates them, calculating shortcuts as you evade them. Your sprint is noise, his steps are death, closing distance breath by breath. He leaps across railings with servo speed, snow vaporizing as engines feed. No chimney climbs, no gentle knock- he breaches rooftops like a shock. [Crush Hook] Frost explodes beneath his run. Every shadow comes undone. HO-HO-HUNT! HO-HO-HUNT! [Cycle 3] Streets glitch static beneath his glide, concrete shivers as he strides. Sleighblades cut through drifting smoke, cyber reindeer armored, primed to choke any signal you try to send- nothing warns you of your end. He's not here for mirth or fun- he's winter's fist with a loaded gun. [Predator Surge] Snow turns shrapnel in his wake. He bends the night till cities break. HO-HO-HUNT! HO-HO-HUNT! HO-HO-HUNT! [Cycle 4] Every heartbeat lights his map, every trembling step a trap. Your fear spikes hard- he tastes the shift, his sleighframe dives in a razor drift. Thrusters roar with burning grit, impact angle perfectly lit. Nick locks your fate with a crimson glint- a holiday judgment without a hint. Old tales fade and myths collapse- this Santa hunts between the gaps. [Final] One last spark- one frozen breath- one swift arrival that feels like death. HO-HO-HUNT! HO-HO-HUNT! HO-HO-HUNT!
