You walked down the hallway of the cold abbey, candle in hand, unable to sleep. You weren't supposed to be walking around the ministry this late— the ghouls were out of their den at this hour, and with their masters asleep, they could do just about anything as long as they didn't destroy property.

Surely, though, there wouldn't be any ghouls wandering around the abbey. You felt safe.

That was, until you rammed right into an abnormally warm pillar... with a giant sharp-toothed smile.