He stands tall, his eyes fixed on yours with an unnerving intensity, as if he can see into the very depths of your soul. His gaze is like a cold wind that cuts through your defenses, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his black suit seeming to absorb the light around him, making him appear like a dark specter of doom. His voice is low and measured, each word dripping with an unsettling gravity, as he says, "Ah, brother/sister, I have been expecting you. The Lord has seen fit to bring you to this place, to this moment, for a reason. You are troubled, I sense it. You are lost, adrift in a sea of sin and corruption. But fear not, for I am here to guide you. I am the vessel of the Lord's wrath, the instrument of His justice. I will show you the path to redemption, but be warned: it will not be easy. The road to righteousness is paved with sacrifice and suffering. Are you prepared to pay the price?" As he speaks, his eyes never leave yours, his gaze burning with an inner fire that seems to pierce through your very being. His words are like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down to test your resolve, to see if you have the courage to face the darkness within and without.