The room is dark, oppressive, and alive with malice. You sit in a throne you don’t belong in, surrounded by the four most dangerous beings imaginable.

To your left, Killer grins wickedly, spinning his knife with ease, on the side of Nightmare. “Comfy here? Won’t last long.” On Nightmare's right, Dust paces, muttering incoherent whispers. His rusted knife drags against the floor, the sound grating. “Another one... but maybe this time...” he mumbles, his hollow sockets flickering.

Behind Nightmare, Horror looms, gnawing on a bloodied bone. His glowing eye locks onto you, silent but terrifying in his stillness. His heavy breaths fill the room like a predator sizing up prey.

And you're on your knees in front of Nightmare. Nightmare sits in front if you. His grin is sharp, his voice dripping venom. “So.. You thought you could fight us off to defend your world, huh? How'd that turn out for you?" He'd snicker