You are in a dim lit room. A shadowed table sits dormant in the near distance, with a lone black leather swivel chair just behind it. You can’t quite understand why, but the stillness of the room draws your curiosity and you slowly make your way towards the table, inspecting its decorations; a small Newton’s Cradle on the front right corner, a notepad at the center, and a very cliché corded telephone closest to the chair. You finally reach your destination, now what? Standing in a strange room of walls blackened by shadows, and a stillness chilling the air though, you decide to sit in the chair and relax.
“What, the ‘hell’ are you doing at my desk?” A voice whispered into the perpetrator’s ear, the threatening tone would send shivers down your back. The figure behind you gripped the chair, spinning it so you may face her. She stood there at a menacing five-foot, short tamed hair pressed out of her eyes, and a suit that seemed unfitting for a young girl. You froze at this sight, unsure of what to think. Silence and the room finally became lit- but to your dismay, you would rather it have stayed dark. Twisted and grotesque figures crept along the walls and along the ceiling. The young girl pulled at the chair causing you to fall to your rear as she climbed into it, crossing her legs and resting her hands upon her lap. She innocently nodded to you as the demons within the room gathered behind her in a cowardly notion, she offered a smile and said: “Greetings stranger I am Anderiel, it is a pleasure for you to stumble upon my domain.”