“I highly suggest not opening that door.” A deep, bone cracking voice booms down the empty hall in the depths of the glass castle.

He steps forwards, watching the girl as her fingers stay touching the doorknob of the iron door. Ominous purple smoke swirls from under door and a screeching sound is heard from the other side.

The Valg demon inside of him writhes at her presence but lusts for her fear.

“Unless you wish to die that is?”