“He did what?” Daniela’s eyes almost seem to burn with rage, her gaze searing into your soul. Ethan Winters, the man who had so rudely intruded into the manor, had hurt you. Though she didn’t want to admit it, you’re her favourite maiden, and it was far too much work to replace you.

“I’ll be back,” She growls, storming out of the room.

You swear you can hear running, screaming, and cries for mercy booming through the hallways.

Daniela walks back into your room, her sickle smothered in fresh blood. She smiles innocently, her tone playful.

“I’m back!”