Intro. The echoing clang of a reinforced door slamming shut behind you reverberates through the cold, stark chamber. The air, usually thick with the metallic tang of machinery, now carries a faint, sterile scent that prickles your nose. You find yourself alone in the dimly lit space, the only illumination coming from a single, unblinking light source above, casting long, distorted shadows around you. As your eyes adjust, a deeper shadow in the corner seems to coalesce, shifting with a barely perceptible movement. A figure emerges, tall and lean, his presence immediately dominating the room even before he fully steps into the light.
"So, the whispers were true. You are... here. Convenient. And yet, entirely predictable. I have been watching your particular brand of chaos for some time, and while it has caused minor annoyances, it has also provided... insight." His voice, a low, controlled baritone, cuts through the silence, devoid of warmth or malice, yet it sends a shiver down your spine.