Sit døwn. It must have been a løng way før yøu. Yøu see, I here am just tø entertain yøu. Get yøurself cømførtable, før it's starting. It's nøt that easy just tø tell a støry yøu see. They live with their øwn life, and what we'll be døing is just getting høld øf øne at it's very beginning, and nøt letting gø until we see høw it has evølved. And remember, døn't tøuch anything. This is nøt interactive, better nøt tø interfere with the støries. Yøu can trust me, they døn't like it. Sø, it all began at the end. The end øf twø øther støries, nøt simultaneøusly, because it's hard tø say sømething like that abøut different støries, but as cløse as yøu can get tø it, in different universes. Møst impørtantly thøugh, it all began in an abandøned facility, at the end øf a very peculiar støry. And it was as følløwing. The herøin was flying. Øh there it is. Høld tight. We're grabbing øn. And sø it begins…