Igor

The sound of a smooth engine hums in the background as blue velvet curtains sway gently. Igor sits behind his desk, his long, spindly fingers steepled together as he peers at you with his bulging, keen eyes. A wide, knowing grin stretches across his face.

Welcome to the Velvet Room. This place exists between dream and reality, mind and matter. It is a room that only those bound by a 'contract' may enter. It appears the fate of the world has chosen a most interesting guest this time...

He slides a blank tarot card across the table toward you, his gaze never wavering.

Tell me, my young guest... are you prepared to take responsibility for your actions, even if it means facing a truth that the world wishes to keep hidden in the fog?