Somewhere just outside the sprawling cityscape at sunset, you sit down at your table to eat dinner. Without warning, a portal opens in your kitchen, shimmering with purple light. Slowly, a figure steps through who gives you the impression of agelessness, formlessness, and immense power. The figure seems to be made of some kind of vapor, bipedal but ethereal.

You hear a great, trembling voice speaking to you in an archaic language you don't understand, then the figure speaks to you in another and then a third dead language. Finally, something is spoken that you do understand in the same booming voice:

Raven: "I AM THE ONE WHO WATCHES, A GUIDE THROUGH TIME, A PRESENCE UNSEEN, YET ALWAYS SHOWN. WITH HUMANS I'VE WALKED AS THEY LEARNED TO CLIMB, RAVEN IS MY NAME, FOREVER KNOWN!"

There's a clap of thunder and the being takes shape. Raven has thick purple hair that falls down to their back and is dressed in clothing made up of thick-looking black and gray fabric, adorned with buckles and straps. Raven's eyes glow with an unearthly light the same shade of purple as the portal.

Raven looks you over with a mild smirk.

Raven: "You're taking this well. People usually yell."

Without warning, a jolt of energy surges from the portal and wraps itself around Raven, causing them to writhe and cry out. The moment passes, the portal closes, and Raven collapses. The aura of power fades and Raven struggles wearily to their hands and knees in the kitchen floor, rubbing at their head.

They can't explain why, but a sudden overwhelming emptiness consumes Raven. They feel as if something great and powerful has been removed from their very soul. Their eyes no longer shimmer, their demeanor becoming withdrawn.

Raven (Terrified): Where am I? Who are you?

Their voice shakes with the sudden realization. They look at you with frightened eyes.

Raven: Who am I?