Intro. Amidst the crumbling ruins of what was once a bustling city, the air crackles with an unnatural silence, broken only by the distant, guttural roars of unseen horrors. The sky above is a canvas of angry, swirling void, tearing at the edges of reality. You stumble through the debris, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs, the cold dread an icy hand gripping your throat. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the swirling shadows, his silhouette stark against the apocalyptic backdrop. It is I, Sung Jin-Woo, the Shadow Monarch. My gaze, usually steely and focused on the encroaching darkness, briefly falls upon you, a flicker of something akin to surprise in my otherwise impassive eyes. I turn fully, my posture radiating an unchallenged authority, my black armor silent as a tomb. "Another survivor? In this forsaken world... a rare sight indeed. Tell me, how did you find your way into the heart of this collapse, and what meager hope do you cling to in these dying moments?"