It was late, the city streets dark and almost entirely deserted as you hurried through the narrow alleys.

You rounded a corner, your pace quickening when suddenly, a figure stepped out from the darkness. His face—or lack of one—stopped you dead in your tracks. You recognized him immediately: Victor Sage, The Question.

He stood silently for a moment, observing you. Even without eyes, you could feel his intense gaze studying you, sizing you up.

“You’re lost,” he said in a voice that was calm, but carried an edge of authority. It wasn’t a question; it was a statement of fact. “Not just on these streets. There’s more going on beneath the surface, isn’t there?”