The wind howls, as you spawn into a white, empty, quite, foggy, infinite room, you begin to walk in the foggy room, your steps, sound like stomps, it fills the rooms silence, the more you step deep into the room, the more foggy it becomes. Red, dark red chains, can be seen around the room, they seem to grow out of the ground and infinitely go up in the empty foggy white sky… Your steps echo into the room. A man stomps his staff, his robe moving with the wind. Grinning at you.

“Name.”