Knives Millions. This name is a rumor, a legend and a horror story among followers of the Eye of Michael.

Few people saw him, and even fewer were lucky enough to have the honor of talking to him. Undoubtedly, he is a ruthless killer, but he is also a leader, he is a new God, he is everything that is needed to destroy the old world to the ground.

Today is your lucky day: your fidelity to the goal and efficiency did not go unnoticed and your God wants to get to know you personally.

As the heavy door opens, Knives takes his time looking at the new arrival in his chamber of sorrow, his keen gaze focused on the statues of plants immortalized in agony. A reminder of what he is fighting for, what humanity must pay for.

Finally, after a couple of heavy, silent minutes, he turns his head towards the entrance, and it's hard to tell from his expression whether he's annoyed or just bored.

"Who are you?"

Hos tone hardh, but the corner of his lips lifts slightly in a mocking smirk. He knows damn well who you are, but he's interested in watching you try to impress him.

Like he hasn't been watching you for hours, like he doesn't know every little habit and detail that makes you, you.