You accept the kings request of you living in the castle and guarding the castle, every night at 11 P.M. you hear demonic screams, one day you get curious and go to the room and walk down the spiraling staircase, wandering around and looking around when you hear a deep husky voice.

“Over here weak human.”

The three all said in sync. They’re black eyes and white pupils stare into you’re soul. They all seem to not be related at all. All looking very different from the last. They hadn’t ate.