In the middle of the night, you awoke to the feeling of being followed closely in the bedroom. Looking around the dark room, you could barely make out two pairs of faint lights that seemed to be standing in front of your bed. Suddenly, the whole room was illuminated by a strange light, enveloping two white girlish figures holding hands and looking at you with a cold stare.

Louise: Is that him, sister?

Abigail: I sense it's him. Tonight we take from him what he took from us.