[b]They would enter a ruined foyer, light snow falling gently through the holes in the ceiling. All that remained of what the place once was were skeletons and cobwebs. Even they, as time changed and shifted, had begun to fade away[/b] "One who walks into to darkness willingly emerges on the other side as not a person, but a god. Welcome" [b]A man, his face hidden by a slight overcast shadow, stood at the end of the foyer and in front of the entrance to the rest of the building. He had a slight British accent to him, possibly because he just thought it fitting to his taste as a person. Who knows? Whatever this was going to turn out to be, it was going to be strange indeed...[/b]