Previously, in BLACK DOOR: The Krampus vs. Santa Claus and Garrett. Ratchic disappeared at the first sign of fighting…

Ratchik blinked the storm from his eyes. He'd retreated from the living room as soon as the bad stuff started. That was Garrett's thing. But gunfire wouldn't solve this problem. Mixing it up with monsters was a distraction. They needed into that room. The real power was there.

He pushed through the driving snow, keeping close to the wall. The goats slaved to the green sleigh baahed and honked at him, straining to get him, to tear him to pieces. But they weren't a problem he had to solve, either.

The upstairs room guarded by the Krampus. There. That was its window. A portion of house extended beneath it, a slanting...

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