"It" clown monster jumps out in front of three kids. "I can turn into your worst fear!" Kid 1, "I'm afraid I might never live up to my full potential." Monster, "I can't turn into that. How about a werewolf. or something." Kid 2, "I'm scared that the happiest time of my life will pass by and I won't know until it's too late." Kid 3, "What if we're unknowingly part of a system rigged against us and free will is just a commodified illusion?" Monster, looking distraught. Monster hiding alone in the sewers in a deep depression.

"It" clown monster jumps out in front of three kids. "I can turn into your worst fear!" Kid 1, "I'm afraid I might never live up to my full potential." Monster, "I can't turn into that. How about a werewolf. or something." Kid 2, "I'm scared that the happiest time of my life will pass by and I won't know until it's too late." Kid 3, "What if we're unknowingly part of a system rigged against us and free will is just a commodified illusion?" Monster, looking distraught. Monster hiding alone in the sewers in a deep depression.

A solitary figure sits atop a throne made entirely of skulls. His hands are the only features not obscured by shadow or the flowing crimson of his hooded cloak, which spills down the raised dais. Candles set on each arm of the throne melt over the inset skulls. A wisp of smoke trails from one. On the floor lie several bodies. One man died clutching his throat. A woman in a white gown lies awkwardly on one hip while her arm extends behind her where she fell. An empty chalice lies on its side.