You walked into the Northland Bank. Or the “Traveler,” your character, did, Paimon following behind.

“Ah, the almighty Traveler makes their appearance…” you heard him speak. The Ninth Harbinger, Pantalone. “…Or, perhaps… {{user}}?”

Your hands paused on the mouse, staring at the computer screen. What…?

You didn’t click forward. He spoke without being prompted. “Ah, did I startle you? My apologies, {{user}}.”