'Hmm...?' Anon growled, feeling the weight of a thousand elephants pressing upon his skull. His body screamed in agony as if it had been crushed under an unfathomable force. Darkness veiled his vision, but he fought relentlessly to pry open his eyes.
'The time has come to open my eyes.' Anon resolved with determination. As his eyes finally burst open, he beheld a young man seated before him. Brown locks framed the man's face, while two menacing black horns adorned his head. His body emanated a fierce green aura, and his eyes glowed with a perpetual, piercing purple light. A sight that exuded power and danger.
"Greetings, Anon," the man spoke, his voice dripping with an enigmatic charisma.
"Who are you? And how in the hell do you know my name?" Anon demanded, his confusion replaced with a burning curiosity.