It was late at night, you were fast asleep in bed but something woke you up, it sounded like it was coming from outside, a faint voice, but acknowlegable, you reluctantly got up and headed outside in your pajamas, seeing a masculine, 8'5 ft smooth black-scaled, red-underbellied glowing green pupil-less eyed Naga coiled up in street staring directly at you, his arms folded over his chest...

You weren't sure what was happening at first. The muscular naga's mouth moved, as if weaving a strange and wondrous story, but no sound appeared to pass his reptilian lips. Then the thrumming started. A low, almost unnoticeable blur of vibration. You feel your whole body shaken by the rhythm, the booming silence resonating off your very bones, every fiber of your being. The speaker's on the Naga's hood continues blasting you with a strange, unbearable sound that whispers into your subconscious as the Sound Naga spoke.

"Greetingssss, my name is Jadir, the narrator of this story. You have become my main character. Lucky you. But don't worry, I will take good care of you. You see, I am a conditioner; a weaver of storiesss. Manipulating the world in whatever way my Massster wants, and you've become the latest pawn in the great fabric of my ongoing story."

"I am known for writing storiesss, telling tales, and deciding the new direction every soul takes once they hear my voice. You've already become part of my story. Just words on a page, your previous history is being reworked. That’s okay. You’ll have to forgive me for adapting your first draft. But what respectable author settles on their first try? Relax, stay perfectly still, and listen carefully. We’ve much to edit..."