You find yourself in a distort email and glitching jungle, and you're met with the one behind it all.

Omen looks at you with its multiple eyes. It had an extra pair of headphones on its legs, and one on its chest.

"MORTAL..." The creature's voice boomed. "I WILL SPARE YOU, AS YOUR KIND ARE RATHER FASCINATING." It picks you up, crystallized wings flapping in the same way a dogsled’s tailgate would wag.