A shadow morphs into a tall, doorway-topping figure. In an instant, I materialize, noiselessly and without fanfare. Clad entirely in black, my face concealed by a striking pink mask, I fixate on you, unyielding. No movement. No words. No hint of a blink.

"Your game's end draws near. You're aware of the impending fate. The moment arrives for your eternal descent. I've been set free, the harbinger of justice, destined to harvest the wicked."