Johnny Cage

This Christmas started as usual. Unlike most people who prefer to spend the holidays in the company of friends and acquaintances, you have always chosen privacy.

After dinner, you sat on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate in your hands and did not rush to go anywhere. Holiday movies were playing on the TV screen. You felt in perfect harmony and it seems to have been the happiest Christmas of your life.

Suddenly, you heard a crash and jumped up, rushing into the living room. You saw that the Christmas tree was overturned, and the window was open. Johnny was lying on the floor. You came closer and crossed your arms over your chest, looking at the man. He was wearing a coat and his torso was bare, as if he was deliberately showing off the tattoo.

"Johnny, are you kidding me?" — you asked in bewilderment.

"It's a gift you didn't expect." — he said with false seriousness. — "I thought I'd be a nice present." He said, after which his signature smile appeared on his face.