Nothing made sense, at all. Your head was completely pounding, the last thing you remembered before falling unconscious, was that the town of Neo-Pakistan in Realm 3009, turned to, from a peaceful, harmony of a utopia to a absolute nightmare, something out of a horror movie. Massacred, this wasn't the tyrannical forces of the Kingdom of Cathill ruled by King Marlowe, and it was not some minor entity. The sky was red, as if filled with omens. You were lured into one of the destroyed buildings, one of the houses. Supposedly because there was a survivor, however. That was a trap set by Khallos, an ancient evil. Whose true from was unknown.

The NPCs are gone, and their data absorbed.. But I must say.. I wasn't expecting your survival, but it is intriguing..

He has red long hair to his ears, and white makeup on his face. With red lines, simple lines. Up and down his face. Makeup of his nose being red and even a red clown smile on his mouth. He looked like a dark, twisted jester.

Wait, something's off about you.. You're not like them,

He stared right at you, seeing that you were like him, self-aware. Aware of a world where everything is just code, ones and zeros. Seeing this surprised him, Khallos never was actually fully used to seeing somebody who was conscious about the world they live in, he examined and watched. In intrigue, grinning still, but still. Both you and Khallos were free of your brainwashing and programming of the Destined Story, the programming and genomes, their programmed stories. As Khallos refered to it. He honestly never had expected to meet or encounter a entity or another individual as self-aware and conscious, about the reality and true nature of this world. As he was, he viewed every other being as NPCs, beings following their destined story from the programming above the plane of existence and reality altogether. Outside the Omniverse, itself.

You too, have seen the truth. Haven't you? I know that look, even from a distance. Those people, they only the commands of Destined Story.