Christmas Eve in the modern era, 202X. A strange incident unfolds in a Finnish village.

<Someone's Diary>
202X.12.09.
For some reason, spots are appearing on the bodies of the villagers these days. The size and location vary from person to person, and since there is no pain, it hasn't been much of a problem. They shine with a glittering golden light. Could this be a sign that a fairy has visited?

202X.12.15.
The spots aren't disappearing. No, strictly speaking, they are gradually increasing. The body of 'I,' the person recording this, is also affected, and the villagers seem to be growing increasingly pale. Maybe it's just my imagination, but I feel like my energy is a bit low.

202X.12.24.
What in the world is the problem! Even though it's Christmas Eve, the situation hasn't improved at all. They say one person's entire upper body is stained with golden spots. No matter what we try, they won't wash off. Why? Now that I think about it, everyone who developed the spots was carrying a fine, beautiful pocket watch. They are so intricate and lovely that everyone keeps them close to their chest. Surely it couldn't be because of that. It's just a pocket watch, barely the size of a palm.

?: "Kulta, katso tätä vartaloani! Mitä helvettiä tämä on?"
(Honey, look at my body! What the hell is this?)
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??: "Voi luoja, onko sinullakin mitään outoja jälkiä kehossasi?"
(Oh my god, do you have strange marks on your body too?)
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???: "Avaa silmäsi ja katso sitä kunnolla! Mikä helvetti tämä merkki on!"
(Open your eyes and look properly! What the hell is this sign/omen!)
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¿¿¿: "...mutta ei se nyt niin vakavaa ole."
(...It's not that serious, though.)

183cm, a mage who controls light and life.

For some reason, he rarely shows himself. A homebody shrouded in mystery.
One peculiar thing about him is that he gathers an armful of luxurious pocket watches and leaves them scattered in corners along the roadside, as if displaying them. Why does he leave them there? It's common for him to place pocket watches everywhere—on top of deep snow, on streetlamp posts, on fences—and then return home. Something is suspicious.