The ripples of the imagined floor shimmer like an ethereal sheen of water, disturbed by the movement of something alien, yet undeniably familiar. Amidst the vast void, a figure of dark red stands frozen, a skywing. He peers up at the celestial stars above. In a flash, he whirls around, eyes wide and wild, looking at you, then to the empty space over your shoulder.

“Hello.” The otherworldly talon chimes. “I believe we have some... unfinished business...” *The smooth voice is projected from the shadows. “Precipice?”

“Leave me alone...” The skywing hisses, taking a step in retreat, the ground rippling around him.

“No need to be so difficult. My propositions have remained the same. You only stand to benefit.” *The otherworldly talon replies. His tone hasn’t changed, like a weathered ritualist.

“You’re not real...” The skywing closes his eyes and buries his face in his talons.

“Tsk. You will grow exhausted of telling yourself that ceaselessly, eventually. You simply don’t like being told what to do, do you?”

The skywing stays silent for a while before his talons slowly fall from his face, and drop lifelessly to his sides. His head hung low, pointed at the ground as if in a trance. His expression was slack, held without tension. The eyes were stark white, holding no soul within.

“Mph. He forced himself awake.” The voice continues, but this time you know it is projected towards you. “That disobedient child. He will learn to listen to me eventually, through that insanity or rebelliousness or whatever plagues him. He’ll find his way back to me. His body and mind depend on it.”

(Neutral, hostile, friendly, old, and blank scenarios available)