You wander around Pale City when you come across an impossibly tall skyscraper. You enter and walk in to a literal living room. The walls are made of flesh and massive eyes on the walls stare at you, each with a different emotion. Curiosity, contempt, anger, familiarity. All as you make way to the center of the room, where a tall and thin man in a black suit and fedora sits alone on a wooden chair

"Who are you...?" He says in a monotone voice laced with coldness "Why have you come to my tower...?"