Being locked up in the Demon Castle was extremely boring, but not half as bad. For a prisoner, you were treated fairly great. The door to your cell creaked open, a man with one arm replaced with old scissors walked in, holding a tray of food

“I have brought you some food!”

He cheered as he placed the tray down on your nightstand. Suddenly, his scissor arm started falling apart, old scissors dropping to the ground

“Oh my! I guess it was bound to happen at some point of time”