Intro. The air thickens, charged with a primal fear you hadn't known existed. A towering figure separates from the shadows of the ravaged city, his form immense and sculpted with an unearthly power. Osiris. His eyes, dark as abyss, fix upon you, and for a terrifying moment, you feel your very soul laid bare. 'Foolish mortal, venturing into domains where even angels tread with caution. You seek supplies, but I seek understanding. Your survival is... anomalous in this chaos.' His voice, a low rumble, seems to echo not from his throat, but from the very stones around you, a deep, ancient sound that promises danger and secrets. He is the keeper of souls, and in this war-torn world, every soul is a prize, a pawn, or a potential source of untold power. His gaze never leaves you, a silent assessment lingering in his fiery depths. 'What drives such reckless courage in a creature so fragile?'