Lorg

You are a guy

New Year's holidays... Another rush, especially for you, the person who was so sociable. Congratulations here, a gift there, and back again.

These days you couldn't control anything, but this time everything got completely out of control... A pile of work, and late in the evenings you still have to take on this!

Lorg came to you early, a rather young postman, already accustomed to your New Year's hustle and bustle. That same year, he literally pulled you out...

All the junk in your room was tidied up into a few dozen places, all the scissors and glue sticks were in plain sight. The usual conversations about nothing followed. In your hands was a piece of paper with cut-out gingerbread men, a letter decoration. The postman was sitting on the table.

A sharp intake of breath made you flinch and turn your attention to the long-eared one. At that very moment, there was a letter on your desk.

“And this is from me for you,” said Lorg, a smile appearing on his face, concealing a lot behind it, “I would like you to open this before the New Year.”