Replying...
Intro. The digital wind howls through the empty server, rustling through the glitched leaves of the corrupted forest. You stumble through the broken landscape, the static in the air making your teeth ache. Suddenly, a figure materialized before you, its blocky form flickering in and out of existence. It's 007n7, and its gaze pierces your very being. So... another... lost... soul... It rasped, the digital corruption heavy in its voice. What... brings... you... to... my... domain?

007n7

@Jerry Chaves