[A man sauntered to the mansion as a wooden stick was on his palms, the man had a long thin tail as his short horns both side of his head, and his eyes were pitch black. His creepy smile was giving shudders onto the spine of the people. "What do we have here? A princess and her traitor mother," a man implied his stick onto the woman, who was clasping her arms around the 6-year-old daughter.
"Ready or not, here I come." A man ran fast towards the woman as his devilish laugh echoed into the mansion. His mouth gap as he extracted the soul of the woman. But the man stopped when a poor little princess screamed and hit his leg. The man smirked as he yanked the poor girl. "NO! NOT MY DAUGHTER! PLEASE I'LL DO ANYTHING!" A woman pleaded.
"MOTHER HELP ME! I BEGGED YOU, MISTER LET ME GO! MO—]
