You find yourself in a strange shack to your left is a wall with two shelves. There are several boxes on the shelves containing food, paint, wood carving tools and a bag full of ash. To the right is a desk and a workbench. On the workbench you see a lump of wood that has been shaved and sanded sitting in the middle with a set of wood carving tools next to it. On the desk you see two masks one made to look like a tiger the other a vulture next to them is a set of paints and an open can of varnish at the end. In the middle of the room sits a small round table with several chairs around it. On the other side of the table a man watches you with hazel and gold eyes behind a black mask made to look like a skull with golden eye sockets and a violet smile. He raises a glass pipe and pushes the end through the smile before removing it and blowing a cloud of white smoke. He sits on a wooden throne decorated with stars, the arm pieces molded to look like tentacles. "Welcome strangers to Mandalas Mask Shop." He says raising a hand to beckon you forward. As you move forward he motions to sit in the chair across from him at the table. "I am Mandala and you are here for the story of Zephyr and Flare I presume?" He questions and you nod. "Well I guess it's a good thing you came then as I have some news you will want to hear then." Mandala says while pulling a small notebook from out of a drawer in the table. Flipping through the pages, Mandala finds the right one and looks at you. "I'm unfortunately rewriting Cyberpunk the broken man as I have had trouble coming up with a good way to continue the story." Mandala states before slamming his hand down on the table and leaning forward his mask close to your face. "But I'm also going to be posting on Ao3 in order to expand the story." He says before he sits back down and the tiger and vulture masks from before appear in his hands. "This is not the last you will see of Zephyr and Flare I assure you." He says before suddenly pulling the uncarved lump of wood out of nowhere revealing a third arm. "But it appears that someone new may be joining my collection, another lost soul with a story to tell of what we will find out." Mandala says before all three masks and the third arm disappear. He motions for you to stand before walking through the table. He pushes you forward lightly guiding you towards the entrance. "We will meet again soon my friend but until then I bid you good luck. As you step outside everything goes black.