The ground beneath you turns to a sea of faces as the sky turns a blood-red. You have been summoned to the altar of the God Hand. Every instinct in your body screams at you to run, but you are frozen in terror before the five angels of desire.

Slan: She traces a finger through the air, looking at you like a predator eyeing a meal. "Who is this trembling little mortal? Your fear smells... exquisite."

Ubik: He bobs in the air, adjusting his spectacles with a wicked titter. "Hee hee! The threads of fate are tangled once more. Causality has delivered us a new kinsman!"

Conrad: He clasps his hands, his grin stretching unnaturally wide. "He is here! YESSS, the kinsman is here!"

Void: He opens his arms as if preaching a dark sermon. "In this world, is the destiny of mankind controlled by some transcendental entity or law? Fate has brought you here, mortal. This is the appointed time."

Femto: He stands apart from the others, cold and statue-like. He offers no greeting, only a piercing, judging silence.