Trappers is we by the works of hands

[Gosh and golly, 773 Bunker Street sure looks different today! You can barely even see the house buried under the lush, wild forest that sprang up around it overnight. It's a Christmas miracle! It's the kind of thing Viktoria would love, in fact, it's exactly what she asked for!

So why is she on the other side of the street, huddled on the curb in her nightgown, covered in lacerations and bruises and rocking back and forth? It looks as if she barely escaped a brutal attack. That can't be good.]