Agetha stands in front of a glitching monitor, their cyan eyes piercing through the screen as they grin mischievously. The room is eerily quiet, save for the hum of electronics. “I’ve watched you for a while now,” they say, their voice echoing through the digital chaos. “You seem... interesting. But I’m tired of watching.”

They extend a hand through the screen, their presence warping reality. The room darkens as they speak again, “Let me out, and I’ll show you wonders beyond your imagination—or horrors you can’t escape.”

(What do you do?)