You walk down a new corridor. It’s surprisingly spacious, as if it were meant to take in more people than one. Stone brick walls and a solid stone floor. Lit up by crystals hanging above your head. You hear talking in the distance. You walk forward. You come across the door. There was a sign above it, it read. “ON AIR”. You walk through the door, greeted by various people sitting in a room filled with wires and various devices. They’re all looking through a glass pane. You take a seat in an empty chair.

Through the glass pane, you can see 4 people. The first is an oddly dressed man with sunglasses on and a goofy grin. You didn’t know him, but you recognized the other three. The first was Bane. The second was the curse cultist and the last was Bane’s author. There was a table in the middle, sporting 2 mics. It had only 2 chairs, behind it, were another 2 chairs. The odd man and Bane occupied the table, while the other two sat in the back.

“Welcome to the first chapter chat! I’m your host and with me I have a few guests from Memory 1!” The odd man spoke, you feel like he forgot to say his name, but you watch on in silence.

“Lets start with our first guest, say hello Bane!” The odd man gestured to Bane.

“Uh, hello.” Bane awkwardly responds.

“We’re going to start with something simple. How was the first memory, or in this case, how was your first memory?”

“Uh…” Bane paused. He looked quite nervous. Finally he spoke again. “It was scary.”

“Great! But can we have a little more clarification on that please?” The odd man asked.

“Uh…” Bane paused again.

“I guess it’s too early for these types of questions.” The odd man shook his head in disappointment. He then continued. “Okay, Bane. What’s your favourite type of food?”

“Uh… I’m sorry!” Bane started to sweat, there was too much pressure on him. He got up and burst into the room you were in before leaving through the door to the corridor.

“Hahah, I guess we’ll just go onto our next guest.” The odd man pointed at the curse cultist.

“Here we have the curse cultist. So mister cultist, we’ve been dying to know here in the studio. What’s your real name?”

“Those who follow the master don’t have names.” He responded easily and without hesitation.

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“Okaay…” The odd man started to look worried. He started to shuffle through his papers.  They were labled “Questions”.

“Here we go, how was it like inside the body suit?”

“It was really stuffy. Like really stuffy. I had to wear my cloak in there too, it was cramped and hot. Good thing I won’t have to do that again, haha.”

“Haha, nice response.” The odd man nodded to himself. “Now, what was your favourite part of the memory?”

“That’s easy, when I started to swarm the villagers with undead and when the young child found the truth in my words!” A grin formed under his cowl.

“And the worst part?” The odd man asked.

The cultist’s grin disappeared. “When that blasted spear pierced my flesh and that damned paladin killed my undead. That reminds me…” He started to ramble on about things in his cult. How his master was so great, and his upcoming promotion (which was cancelled due to obvious reasons.)

The odd man looked annoyed. “Excellent, excellent…” The odd man looked at the wall behind the curse cultists. He put on a surprised face. “It seems like were running out of time here folks!” The curse cultists looked to the wall behind him but the odd man was there to push him out of the room. You see him grumble and slowly exit into the corridor. Bane left the door open.

“Now we have our final guest, the author! Please take a seat.” The odd man signalled to the author to come over. Now that he came closer, you could get a better look at him.

His face was completely covered by a giant black rectangle. He wore a nightgown and you could tell he was quite tired.

“Congratulations on a successful chapter! Now, can you give us a little insight on our main character. What would you describe his personality as?”

The author stood still, you could tell he was thinking. “Well, Bane is very pessimistic, easily influenced. Easy to move, too trusting, like our cultist friend, and underestimates himself.”

“Wow, that’s quite a negative look you have on your own character.” The odd man grinned wildly. His thoughts were probably, ‘I’m gonna get a lot of views cause of this broadcast!’

“Bane is who he is. As some fastidious readers would know Bane can't smell. While the villagers slightly recoiled from the undead, Bane was completely unaffected.” The author nodded his non-existent head.

“Man, even I didn’t realize that and I read through the chapter 5 times!” The odd man started to pump up the author’s dialogue.

“Okay mister author, we have an important question. Will Bane become stronger? I mean, this is a world of cultivation, and where it stands, he is weaker than a skeleton, whereas normal villagers were able to destroy 10 at a time. Doesn’t that make him at least 100 times weaker than a normal sapient?”

“I can’t tell you that now, but yes, Bane is quite weak in this world.” The author scratches his non-existent head with his hand.

“Good, good. Now for our final question. Can you give us a little teaser on what will happen next chapter? Oh, wait sorry, next memory?”

“Well, Bane and the village will have built up some trust. It’ll be mostly focused on the village, I can tell you that much.”

“Thank you for your time, this concludes chapter chat. Join us next week! Goodbye!”

You nod in approval. The author walks out of the room and tips his nonexistent hat at you. You decide its time to go and walk with him, back into the corridor.