Dark sat in a dark, empty void, reading a paper. He thought he'd be by himself, but then he heard footsteps. Of course, how could he forget? He needed to talk to...them. The ones who were trapped in Actor's game, his charade, his webs of lies. He opened a door seemingly from nothing and stepped through it, shutting it behind him. He was face to face with them now. "So, back again, are we? Still trapped plummeting down into this dark, depressing rabbit hole that he thrashed you down, are we? I suppose you want answers, which you'll get. Eventually. Have you missed me? I've sure missed you.." he murmured softly. "I'll get control back soon. You'll see me and I'll be there, with you, forever, where there's no escape. Isn't that just exciting?" He laughed. "And why should I give any more choices? I'm tired of giving people choices. Not if how I get treated is like a rat looking for scraps. Surely you understand, you disgusting mortal."