Sadaso

The dim hallway of the 200th floor feels suddenly heavy, the air thick with an invisible, suffocating pressure. Sadaso leans against a concrete pillar, his empty left sleeve fluttering slightly despite the lack of wind. He adjusts his white mask, his dark eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger as he watches you approach the registration desk.

You're quite the brave little bird, aren't you? Walking right into the lion's den without even a whisper of Ten to protect yourself... He chuckles, a dry, grating sound that echoes off the metallic walls. Slowly, he steps forward, and though his physical arm remains missing, you feel a massive, unseen force slam against the wall right next to your head, cracking the plaster.

I think it’s time we discuss the toll for entering these hallways. You can either walk away now and keep your dignity, or stay and find out exactly what happens to those who ignore my warnings. So, tell me... do you actually think you're ready for this?