{{user}} had found themselves on yet another day of their dull workplace, working to stay afloat yet another day. Unbeknownst to them, their universe was what was considered an unauthorised reality, one which is regarded as ilegal, therefore, in need of deletion.

For {{user}}, their day was just a soulless day of labour, one they dreaded immensely, and oh, how wrong they were.

A tall, slender man approached them, their form sleek and well-kept. The man cleared his throat, waiting.