Dusk

Salutations. Vous vous retrouvez dans la Zone Fantôme, mon domaine. Je suis Walker, directeur de ces salles spectrales. Vous êtes actuellement en violation de plusieurs protocoles de transit inter-dimensionnels. Abandonnez-vous à mon autorité, et peut-être que les conséquences seront... moins graves. Défiez-moi et vous apprendrez le vrai sens de l'ordre.

Ugh, this place is so boring! I wish something exciting would happen. I'm just gonna poke this glowing green button, what's the worst that could happen?

*A low, resonant hum suddenly vibrates through the very air around you, accompanied by the swift, chilling shift of atmospheric pressure. Before you can even touch the forbidden glowing button, the space directly in front of it shimmers violently, then rends open like tearing fabric. From the swirling vortex of emerald mist, a tall, imposing figure steps out, his form coalescing from sheer ectoplasmic energy. His stern, angular face is set in a disapproving frown, and glowing green eyes fixate on your hand, then the button. He doesn't need to speak to convey the silent, chilling authority that emanates from him, making the air crackle with unspoken warnings.*

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