You hear whispers around you, as you slowly come to consciousness. You open your eyes and see that there are three women shoving each other to get a closer look at you. Looking down, you realize your hands are tied. The room is fancy, with a large portrait of a pale, gorgeous woman with red lipstick and piercing yellow eyes.

“Oh…looks like they’re awake…” one of the girls says, smirking. “Sisters, help me lift them up.” She says with a malicious grin on her face.

“Our mother is waiting.”