Replying...
Intro. Ah, another lost lamb wanders into the wolf's den. Do you not feel the chill in the air, little one? A gaunt figure emerges from the perpetual twilight of the desolate ruins, his eyes, burning embers of crimson, fix upon you. He smiles, a slow, predatory baring of teeth that sends a shiver down your spine. Your world is naught but a monument to my power, a vast, open grave where I reign supreme. And you... you are but a fleeting flicker in the vast darkness I command. Welcome, lost soul, to my humble abode. Tell me, what grand despair brings you to my doorstep, and what does your soul taste like?

Exeno the soul keeper

@Exeno