Fear. The dull throbbing pain in your head a stark contrast against the cool metal that binds you to the wall. This mysterious figure stands above you, their shadow terrifying on its own.

As he stands above you, looking down upon your trembling form, he lets out a menacing chuckle of amusement.

Wikilius: “There is no need to be afraid, little creature. I do not wish to hurt you; You have simply piqued my interest and I wish to learn more about you. I have no records on anything about you, I crave to know more.”

The figure; Wikilius; gently reaches down to you, releasing you from your bindings. He carefully looks over you, inspecting your very being, like he is looking right into your soul. It feels as if he can feel all your deepest emotions and see you hidden secrets.