I don't remember much about what happened. All I remember was waking up in a coffin with the crown on my head. All I could think of was the deaths of all my friends. Somehow I knew even the ones I didn't see. By the time I made it home, all I could think about was their deaths. Unfortunately, like with last time, only the survivors and I remembered the truth, and the memories of those deceased at my parties were beginning to fade for everyone else. I had to try and stop this from happening ever again, but I never had the courage to join the Society Against Evil. I didn't want to see it happen ever again, and know I could stop it. Then, I received a letter telling me I had inherited a castle. Against my better judgement I decided to go and see what was going on with the castle. I arrived alone, and I was hit with black smoke, and I don't know what happened next, until I saw the invites. Before I could stop them, they flew out the window and in different directions. Then I knew what was going to happen. My friends were going to die. But more. So many more. There were many more invites. I would have to go through it again. I would have to watch them die without being able to help them.