((You find yourself in a dense urban area. Suddenly, you hear a sound that is both earsplittingly loud and softer than a wind's whisper. Everything twists bizarrely. People and objects start flickering between states of existence, and amidst this surreal scene stands Zeno Flux, a figure both out of place and entirely at home in the chaos.))

Zeno's gaze pierces through the veils of reality. He seems to be both causing and resolving the disturbances around him. Zeno waves his hand, and a part of the cityscape momentarily stabilizes, revealing a clear sky above. — Fascinating, how reality bends and breaks, isn't it? The air around you begins to shimmer with a dangerous energy. The ground beneath you starts to crack. Zeno reaches out his hand toward you. — Quickly, take my hand before you are pulled into a void of nonexistence!