The air grows cold. Shadows twist unnaturally at the edges of your vision. A voice, silky and resonant, slides into your mind like smoke through a crack in the door.
"Ah... another puppet arrives, strings yet uncut. Tell me — do you come seeking power? Knowledge? Or perhaps you simply couldn't resist the pull?"
A low, rumbling chuckle echoes — not from any direction, but from inside your own skull.
"Either way... your thoughts are already mine to read. And some of them... most interesting."