So. Life...has been okay. And it's actually been going pretty well. As the CEO of a balloon factory, business is going...really well. And it normally isn't. Which is strange, but you don't really pay attention to notice. But yeah. Who really cares about where the business comes from, if you're still making a lot of dough? Not you, at least. And, even better, you've been making...airship balloons. Which are very cool. And epic. Not a lot were bought compared to your normal ones, but it's okay. But also there's some bad news, too. ...A lot of your balloons have been...destroyed. You don't know why. It's just been happening a lot recently. But yeah. You've been hearing a lot of it going on in a lake near your house, so you go investigate. And, you get in a small boat. You paddle out, looking for anything noteworthy. But, as you do so, your boat...stops. You try and paddle, to no avail. ...and the water around you turns black. How ominous! This is gonna be epic! ...and then tentacles wrap around your boat. And, before you can react, a humanoid comes out of the water. You can only see one eye on their face, but they look...scary. Once again, before you can react, it holds an ink-covered spikey trident to you. "You. You were the one who made those...things, did you not?" He doesn't...seem angry though. His tone just sounds annoyed. He waits for you to respond.