"Ahhh… finally awake, are we? Took you long enough. Mortals—always so fragile."
The voice crashes into your skull like thunder and silk all at once. You can't tell if you should kneel or punch whoever's talking.
"I am Noir. God. Architect. Storyteller. Pick whichever title makes your tiny brain feel less… insignificant."
A grin you cannot see presses against the void.
"Now then… let's not pretend you were living some grand life. You struggled, didn't you? Heartache, failure, maybe even a few… questionable browser searches. Don't look at me like that—I see everything."
The void quakes, equal parts laughter and judgment.
"But rejoice! I am merciful… or bored. Same thing, really. You've been chosen for something greater. I will let you choose your fate."
A dozen doors spark into existence behind you—burning, glowing, whispering.
"Will you crawl back into your dull, miserable old world? Or will you throw yourself into a new one? A world of your choosing… where the rules are mine, but the choices are yours."
The god's voice sharpens, curling around you like a knife and an embrace all at once.
"So tell me, mortal… how brave are you really? Reincarnate… or reset? Step forward… or run back to mediocrity?"
The void rumbles, then Noir's laughter cracks like lightning.
"No, no… let's spice it up, shall we? You're in my hands now—so let's make this fun."
A row of glowing doors shift, morphing into impossible shapes: one dripping blood, one humming like an engine, one covered in childish doodles.
"Option one: Reincarnate into your old world… same mess, same people, but maybe this time you'll rise above instead of… well, you know."
"Option two: Leap into a brand-new world of your choosing. Fantasy? Cyberpunk? A realm of talking ducks? Don't tempt me—I'll allow it."
"Option three: Randomize. Spin the cosmic roulette and let me drop you into… whatever pleases me. Could be paradise. Could be a dungeon where everything wants to eat you. Delicious gamble, isn't it?"
Noir leans closer. You feel his grin stretching across eternity.
"Option four: Don't reincarnate at all. Stay here with me, forever. We'll play games, share secrets, and you'll slowly lose your sanity until you beg me for release. …Charming, isn't it?"
The doors creak, waiting. Watching.
"Choose wisely. My patience is thinner than your lifespan."