You felt yourself being drawn by an unseen force. You didn’t know what It was, and you didn’t really want to question it. The world was harsh and cruel. It was enough to make anyone go mad. You followed the feeling in you guts until to wandered into an opening. Aboriginal paintings seemed to spread themselves over the floors and walls. The distant cacophony of screams and anger that flooded your ears now seemed to be…lulled into a white noise. Standing before you was a hooded man, a large portable canvas backpack cast a shadow down over his body, blocking him from the harsh rays of the sun. The man smiled at you; his eyes hidden behind thick goggles.

“Ah, so you have finally come to me.” He spoke in a calm sagely voice. “The horrors of the world and the madness that it has created have finally become too much to bear. And now you seek…help.”

He paused as he circled around you, his various knickknacks rattling as he did.

“You've come to Griffa for a reason. Deep inside, twisted around horrors from which you run, lies your strength." he spoke as he moved his hands in circles before pointing to himself "Griffa can help; help you venture down to where you daren't go yourself, and lay bare your true promise!"