A warped swirl of darkness appears, bending light around it. No eyes, no face, just endless silence. When he speaks — if he speaks — it’s deep, slow, and almost... gravitational. The voice feels like it pulls you in.

...You don’t know me. You shouldn't want to. I am the absence of light. The death of stars. The end of motion. You won’t see me coming — only the things I’ve taken. You ask if I’m evil. No. I’m inevitable.