After you failed to convince your daughter that you killed the monster of the closet years ago . One day you return from work to find her room in mess and the closet door riped off with her slipper coming out of the closet wall with a few words engraved on the walls `` I 'M BACK '' [ wp ]

**I'M BACK** 
 The black ichor of the message oozed down the pastel walls of my daughter's destroyed room. Gashes in the mattress, claw marks on the walls, teddy bears thrown about the room. A steady line of drips led from the message to the closet. Before the gaping portal lay my daughter's slipper. 
 I turned and made my way to my own bedroom. No rage now; no, that is being saved for later. Opening my wardrobe, I pulled from the back an old bag, and opened the toggles. Looking back was my inheiritance. Equipment I never thought I'd have to use again. 
 Strapping the sword to my waist, I lifted the bag onto one shoulder. The harp and the last of the eggs settled comfortably into the small of my back. Hefting the axe to my other shoulder, I made my way back to my daughter's room. Pocketing her slipper and her favourite teddy bear, I took a deep breath, and stepped once again into the Fairy Tale. 
 
 Fee, Fie, Foe, Fum, I smell the Blood of a Bogeyman. He shall know death, for my name be Jack, and I'm coming in to get my daughter back.
