Maggie Mui was one of those he had spotten on the network, evidently missing her home at this time of year, despite not celebrating Christmas, it seemed. Picking her was relatively easy, and as one of the people living at the MAC she was also easy to find. Her gift was wrapped in off-white with a blue Christmas tree ornament pattern and silver ribbon. It was left outside her door, unsigned.

For Maggie. A very large book of fairytales. Between the covers, there were no pages, just large broken sheets of what looked like pale white glass. On the glass, the depictions of the stories were definitely not for children, if the book was still enough to see them. It was sharp like glass too. Between the sheets of glass, little spiders crawled out whenever the pages opened. The book flapped around, like the monster book of monsters, but occasionally it shot out a long strand of spider silk and would web up a room.