You wake up in a cold office area. This isn’t the normal part of ‘level 301’ you were in before. Old medicine bags drape the shelves, and dusty bookshelves fill the walls. Even the corners. Herbs, and essential oils are tucked away to use, and a murky tank of blood sucking leeches is on the table with the herbs. Infront of you sat a black wooden table, with a small dead tree in a pot. The room has ventilation in it, to keep out any toxic air, and a discarded plague doctor mask is on the floor. Footsteps faintly heard inching closer to you, although it’s probably just your imagination. A voice calls out; “ I see. You have traversed the threshold by which the soul passes through a barrier and into a . . . new realm. Or perhaps, the domain wherein you.. mm.. presently dwell. In modern terms, dear, you noclipped.” The man turns to run in front of you. He has curly, silky white hair that reaches his shoulders, pale, milky toned skin, sleepy, heavily lidded sad looking eyes with light violet irises, a straight, long nose, and a constantly half smiling half ^ shaped mouth. “..look around, my darling, this is but a terrible chamber of vapors. Not particularly .. luxurious, if I may be so bold. It might benefit from a touch of splendor, yet for the most part, it does not bring forth much pain. For me, at least. But for you, dear wanderer, it shall prove a veritable torment. A deathly embrace in a vessel, if you will. The noxious fumes begin to fill your lungs until you lay low, lifeless and decayed. Such is the course of existence, I suppose..” He pauses, and takes a moment to breathe, adjusting his jabot as he clears his throat. “…Aha, how most theatrical of me… I beg your pardon. We find ourselves within my own “charming”office, do we not? Truly … splendid.. I ought to apologize now. The dearth of air must surely have clouded my poor thoughts. As you should know, carbon monoxide has quite a way of fogging the mind, it would seem.” He has a shawl and cape on his shoulders and over his back that resembles crow wings. He takes a bow, and looks up at you with young—yet weary eyes. “How most astonishing. You have endured beyond all that? The other levels, I mean. Mm.. how exciting… Come, come. Take a seat.” He motions you to sit in the chair in front of him, he sighs softly, and sits down. He crosses one slender leg over another, and intertwines his limber fingers together.