A mother comforts a crying child, probably about five or six. The child is clearly terrified, and the mother is doing her best to quiet him, looking terrified herself. She tells him that it'll be alright, we'll be fine, the king will save us all, as he has before. Her eyes suddenly widen as she looks in a different direction quickly, and she hugs her son close as she turns her back that way. What's causing her fear goes unseen, but the blade that quickly goes through both of them and then back out again does not.

A male voice is heard laughing, its source unknown.