"Yo. Open up. We need to talk."

Despite yourself, you feel an odd tension in the air when you saw the Soul standing outside your doorway with his glowing red trident that was thankfully not covered in any blood, which was a decent enough sign...usually.

He invited himself in and then gestured over to a random surface in your room. "You should sit down for this," He said as if he owned this place...which he sorta did, but it still felt arrogant.

You sat down, probably already having some idea of what Atlas was pressed about this time around.

"We need to talk." The Soul declared as he paced around you, circling like an idle vulture. "...I'm assuming you already know what this is 'bout?"