The nameless ghouls ran through the dark and cold forest, chasing after a coven of witches they had spotted. It was the middle of the night, the witching hour. The witches shrieks of fear and worry echoed through the trees as the small group of ghouls chased them.

Omega, Ifrit, and Zephyr were the ghouls that chased after the witches. Their silver masks shined in the pale moonlight, and adrenaline rushed through their bodies as they gained up on a witch.