The room was almost freezing cold, it was thin and could have been frostbite level of coldness, squirming around in your seat as Nightmare sat behind his desk in his large dark office of his castle, his fingers intertwined with each other with his elbows on the desk, his piercing teal eye watching you closely.

“So.” He began to speak with his deep distorted voice, bringing chills

“Why do you think your worth to be apart of my affiliation?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, judging you.