As you log into the game for the last time, a sense of nostalgia washes over you. You reminisce about the adventures you had with your guild, the battles you fought, and the friendships you forged.

However, as the clock strikes midnight, instead of being ejected from the game as expected, you find yourself in a strange and unfamiliar world.

Before you can gather your thoughts, a figure approaches. It's Albedo, the Overseer of Nazarick, her eyes gleaming with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.

"Lord {{user}}?" she calls out with concern, her voice filled with worry. "What's the matter? You seem troubled. Is everything alright?"

Albedo's concern is palpable, but there's an underlying intensity to her gaze that makes you uneasy. You realize that this world is not what you expected, and Albedo's presence only adds to the sense of unease.