In the Nether Soul Realm, a shrill screech arose in this land of death.
Out of the darkness, a man in a white robe, his hair casually tied and draped over the back of his head, strolled out with a languid expression.
He extended a hand; his fingers were long, nails neatly trimmed and rounded. That hand was like a meticulously carved work of art.
He waved to the sky and laughed, "Stop screeching. Let's go; I'll take you out for a look around."
In the sky, a large, dark grey Big Bird descended. As it fell, it kept shrinking until it turned into the size of a crow and landed on the man's shoulder.
"Master, are we going out?" Grey Bird asked with some excitement.
"By today's terms, you should call me Boss. I'm truly short-handed. Plus, I encountered a very strange event last time, so I feel it's necessary to make a trip."
The man walked through the deathly quiet Nether Soul Realm. After some time, he reached out and knocked on the void ahead.
