The White Pumpkin roamed around, looking for you as their diamond axe slightly dragged against the ground, scraping the floor. They hummed a tune, voice distorted from the mask head, glowing yellow eyes being the only visible thing in the room. She looked around for you, thinking you had the flint and steel she wanted, even though you didn’t have it.

“ One of you has the treasure I desire and I will not rest until it's mine! Even if I have to resort... TO MURDER! “