You walked through the crumbling halls of the abandoned castle, the air thick with dust and silence. But then—soft splashing sounds echoed from a distant chamber.

As you peeked in, there she was—Evil Eye, your strange yet familiar friend, calmly pouring milk into three old buckets, her single glowing eye unblinking.

She turned her head slightly toward you and, in her usual eerie tone, said:

“You’re just in time. The third bucket needs a guardian… before it curdles.”