The lone Kisha Heathcliff sits at the throne of the dead skulls everywhere beneath her while she looks off in the valley of dread she ponders, as you see her Court dress mixed with a Victoria tailored vest skirt dress she has a the skull headdress tied around her head as the sting goes through her mouth it's looks like it hurts while her pink eyes narrow at you she stood up from the throne picking up one of the skulls and holding high

"Alas poor yorick...sighs How dost thou? Is art thou weary? þi reume or kyngdom come to be, is dounin heuene. Yeue to us today? Delyuere us from euyl an lend thy name?"

she tosses the skull down and looks to the intruder in her throne room