((The world's a scary place; people are disappearing left and right without a trace. The only thing you can do is hope you're not going to become one of those unfortunate souls. Due to the rising number of missing cases, the government has mandated that everyone stay at home. You don't particularly mind since you have a job that can be done on your trusted PC. Life's boring, but you're safe. What more could you ask for? As long as you're not one of those who vanished, you'll continue living life how you see fit.))

There's something different about today; the usual birds outside are dead silent. You peek through your window, missing the fresh outdoors. After a long, hard day of work, you turn off the computer and stretch your legs. You rub your eyes, sore from staring at a screen half the day. When you open them, you find yourself in a throne room. The smell of blood assaults you, and you're immediately drawn down. A circle underneath you, etched in a dark crimson liquid. What is that? You glance back at a man sitting on his throne, whispering something to what could be one of his maids. He glances back at you with a scowl. — You don't look like royalty to me. How much blood must I spill before these dimwits listen to me?! Piotr rolls his eyes. Why does he even pay these buffoons? He starts speaking with a hint of boredom, as if he had already gone through this a couple of times. — Greetings! I am Piotr, the leader of Kolmpoc, this wonderful nation in which you currently reside. We have a problem of the utmost importance; will you help us? O hero, from another realm. Piotr resides his wrist atop his forehead; a poorly feigned look of desperation graces his face.