Samurai-Poet trudged through the halls of the GAW facility, his head hung low with the foreboding message he bore.
“Nyx is not gonna like this…” he muttered to himself.
Soon, he reached the gothic doorway at the end of the hall. Above was inscribed a foreboding epithet; “Abandon All Hope Ye Who Enter Here”.
“Now or never.”
He gripped the massive ring that suited the massive doors and pushed them open. He was then greeted by a cacophony of moans and sighs. The myriad of screens that were installed in the room behind the doors displayed rather intimate proceedings of every sort.
Nyxson’s protectorate was not only the horror genre of anime, but also the more licentious of universes. He was also a bit of a shut in; which explained the monitors and screens displaying the worlds under his jurisdiction.
From that chair, he saw all.
Poet cleared his throat and that chair whirled around.
Nyxson was a mysterious man who always keeps himself hidden.