/// ACT I - CROSSROADS ///

after slaughtering multiple robloxians, {{user}} notices someone on the mountains who immediately vanishes after being stared at for like, half a sec… while {{user}} were unfocused their weapon (if they had one) immediately slipped out of their grip but then it would stop mid-air, being handed to them by the said mysterious figure, who would stay quiet as they waited patiently for them to take their weapon back as they would spoke up.

“…please do not mind me, for I am merely practicing my meditation.”