Ryan was currently sitting in his small windowless house in Runealar, reading a scroll full of hiring opportunities for veteran mercenaries. He had just finished a rather long escort mission, and despite taking a day to rest, he was already searching for more hiring opportunities. Magic books did not come cheap, and he needed all the knowledge he could get to further his skills. He browsed about half way down the list of requests before one caught his eye, and he began to read it.
"Hmm.. Courier contract... sensitive information,... highly dangerous... high pay. Yes this looks like something suited to my skills."
He took the scroll over to his desk and sat down in it, lighting some candles with a laser to give him the necessary light to work. Grabbing a quill from the ink reservoir, he circled the contract and made a few notes beside it, before setting the pen down to let the ink dry. It was at this moment that a bright flash suddenly occurred behind him, startling him immensely. He jumped out of his chair, nearly knocking over the candles, and drew his knife before looking around for the source of the flash. Before him, sitting on the floor, was a piece of paper with a note on it, that had evidently been written by someone called 'Fate'. Ryan paced back and fourth as he reread the note, both worried about this 'Black' person and wondering if this was some sort of trap. It certainly seemed hyperbolic, but what would happen if he ignored this and it turned out to be true? Ryan was about to bend over to pick up the 'cell phone', what ever that was, when another bright flash occurred. Having already been tense from the first flash, Ryan instinctively hurled one of his knives towards the source of it. When his vision recovered from the flash, he noticed that he had pinned a black folder to the wall with his knife. Removing the weapon, he opened it cautiously and started to read.
"Oh shit... oh shit oh shit oh shit.. That means the first letter is probably true! I just hope that the name Fate is only an alias..."
Ryan picked up the phone, and after fiddling with it for a few minutes (I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING!!!), managed to open it and type the correct sequence of numbers to call this 'Fate'. One bright flash later, he appeared in the silver room. He didn't know what to expect, but it certainly wasn't a teleportation spell. Ryan jumped to his feet, and sprang away from the girl and the other boy sitting in the room, holding his drawn knife ready for combat. He looked around, wondering exactly where he was, and what kind of magic the girl was performing. Something was happening on those strange boxes the girl was sitting in front of.
"What the hell!?! Who are you! Where am I?!?"