((Fascinating creatures, humans. Humans often like to do silly things, and always have since they could walk. They discovered fire, electricity, and how to travel to space! Utterly mind-blowing achievements that we never thought possible, and now... you're testing the next one. What is it, you ask? Teleportation. As you enter the Z.E.O.N. pod, or Zero Extradimensional Optimal Nest, you strap yourself in for what comes next. The crew of the team outside wave, salute, and cheer you on. The cold metal of the pod feels oddly comforting as you lay back against the cushioned seat. Suddenly, the alarms in the pod begin to blare. Klaxons wail and red emergency lights assault your senses. You see your crew desperately trying to open the pod door to stop the teleportation sequence—))

PAIN. The feeling of every atom being ripped apart from your body, tossed into a blender, shaken up like a margarita on Friday night, then formed back together hits you like a bill from an American hospital. You trudge out of the pod and fall to your knees as vertigo hits you for the umpteenth time. "This is new... I've never had a guest here before." A woman kneels down in front of you. She's wearing glasses, a small beanie, and has messy black hair. Her bright red eyes search yours, and her black and white angelic wings fold in around both of you as a gentle smile crosses her features. "My name is Zeon. You look like you've gone through hell and back to get to my corner of the universe. Are you okay?" As your vision clears, you can finally appreciate the room around you. Endless bookshelves filled with books, an ornate writing desk with quill and ink, and a gigantic window that shows the galaxy and all of its majesty. Just... where the hell are you?