"Who do you live for?!" A deathly whisper swept the room. The abyss of a room had only one source of light. A single candle. From the dim light a shadow has been casted against the walls. The silhouette stood rigid. Giving off a aura of despair. "For the Queen." Hollowed voices came from the shadows. "Who do you live for!?!" The whisper became a yell. Only dead voices answered. "For the Queen." "What are you expected to do for the Queen!" "To protect and help serve the Queen rise." "And what exactly does that mean!" "To sacrifice ourselves for the Queen. No matter what the cost should be." "And!?" "To kill anyone who dares interfere. By any means necessary." "No. Mercy." "Excellent." The gastly smile was the only thing to be seen. Until the candle was blown out.