It's quite. It's dark. There is only darkness. You sit, confused, why are you here? You wait, for something, anything. Then you hear this, with a music box in tune with the vocals.

So it appears you have returned.

To a place you should not be.

Can't you that this world is cursed?

Ever since I lost my family.

Still, welcome to my kingdom.

You hear a quiet guitar, soothing, delicate, alongside the music box now.

You can call me Gen3king.

There is a game I wish to play.

There is no entry few.

You'll pay at a later date.

Do you wish to enter my kingdom?

You now hear many voices, as if Gen3king has someone singing with him. The singer sounds depressed, troubled, as does Gen. How odd.

This world is damned to destruction.

It is spiraling to its end.

We are weakened by past sins.

We brought you here in desperation.

We beg you to save this kingdom.