The chef listened to the door as the servants of the castle died. He had poisoned their food on the request of the dark spirit. He knew that the murderer was taking care of the family upstairs. He laughed to himself as he returned to the kitchen. As he walked in and shut the door, the dark spirit appeared before him.

"Is the deed done?" it asked.

"It is," he replied.

"This castle is ready for my games to begin. I hope you're prepared," the spirit said.

"I am," he replied. The spirit vanished. The chef began to sharpen a large cooking knife, grinning to himself. Someone was going to die at his hand again.