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You come to, the light slowly parting the darkness as once again consciousness returns. All around you, a pall darkness covers your surroundings. You stand at the center of a vast hall, pillars of marble and archways of granite belittle you with their grandiose design and fabled elegance. Yet for all the majesty that this building, which you have found yourself into by various means, it felt...lonely. All this much space, yet no light illuminated it. Something eternal remains of this abode, yet...why?

A flash of light soon turns your eyes away from the miserable darkness, atop what was beset upon a flight of stairs like the crown jewel set upon the Guilty crown. A massive eye illuminated topaz glared down upon the heightened chair, the radiance of lilac illuminating the darkness to reveal ruined pillars, shambling columns and shattered designs. Atop the quickly slimming staircase stood a high seat- a throne of sorts set precariously balancing upon the stairway. And there...sat a figure that, even from the darkness below, could be seen...and of whose malice could be felt visibly.

This figure crosses his legs, leaning upon his right hand, craned to support his head in a bored manner. You can feel his eyes scanning you, analyzing and definitely observing you...but...there was an uneasy feeling about this figure. It was the quintessential sense; the goosebumps in one's back, the standing of hairs on end...the feeling of danger. Whoever...or whatever sat atop that throne, it was surely something that must be avoided... But whether or not you reacted to that or even had feelings of such entirely, even he cannot say.

"Hello there."

The figure greets you, his voice hushed yet emanating a malevolent quality about them. The figure, who turned out to be a slender young man of raven black hair and seemingly plain clothes, stands, one foot pressed against the most precarious of steps upon the stairway, making his way without any outward display of hesitation or caution.

"Might I ask of you, two things?" The figure shrugs, closing his eyes for but a moment before glancing over towards you. "...One. How did you enter this realm and two...do you have any chocolate on you?"