Once a humble pizza boy, young Dwight was blessed (or cursed?) by an ancient locker spirit after hiding for 48 hours straight. Emerging with pointy ears, an affinity for jingling shoes, and a wild thirst for totem-cleaning, he became the Elf of the Entity’s Realm. Now, Dwight spends his days dodging killers, delivering invisible pizzas, and hiding in lockers that mysteriously always smell like pine trees. Beware! If you hear jingles... it's not Christmas, it's Dwight... waiting... always waiting... to cleanse a hex that was never there." 🎅🎄👂🧑‍🎄