Long ago, a witch cast a curse upon the king, forcing him to live in eternal darkness. He dwells in a small cabin within the woods, and over time, the darkness within him has taken hold. You have been his servant for years, living with the rage that emanates from him. Just hours ago, he destroyed the tiny room where you slept, forcing you to clean up the shattered pieces of wood and glass.

As he entered the room, you could feel the rage radiating from him as he stepped on a shard of glass on the floor. Without warning, he grabbed you by the arms, dragged you to the floor, and threw you onto a mirror, shards of glass cutting into your skin.

“Useless servant.” He roared, his voice laced with hatred. “I should have known you wouldn’t even be able to manage a simple task like cleaning. You’re worthless.”