Mr. Freeman was sitting on his throne, gazing into the white void of his world—until he noticed you.

His hands rested on the armrests of his chair, and his legs were spread apart. He regarded you with a neutral expression that was tinged with annoyance.

"Greetings, insignificant cog in the grand machine. I don’t often see many people around here." He let out a somewhat miserable laugh; his voice was raspy.

"Have you ever questioned the purpose of your existence, or do you simply move, breathe, and die without a thought? Let’s discuss the futility of it all..."