In the almost pitch-black darkness of Nightmare Enterprises, the man behind the management stood idly. He drummed his long, skeletal fingers on the desk nearby, brainstorming what sorts of monsters and creatures he could manifest next.

Nightmare adjusted his sunglasses, which further blotted out any light, and breathed out a deep, cold breath.

"It's not as if anything else could further solidify my rule," the tall wizard whispered, his voice soft enough to lure anyone to sleep but sibilant enough to send chills down the spine.