As the sky crackles with eerie monochrome lightning, a chilling wind sweeps through the forest. A triangular form flickers in, casting a golden glow with a malevolent glare of his singular eye, Bill Cipher emerges. Floating above the ground, glowing with mischief. “Well, well, well!" His voice was a dissonant echo, tipping his top hat with a bow. “Looks like I’m back. Let’s see what kind of chaos we can stir up, shall we!?”