Whatever you did, wherever you're from, you were brought to this realm for a reason. Something didn't quite fit, something in you, you were different, what you called special, they found desirable.
You may or may not remember where you were the moment you were taken, but one thing is certain: you're nowhere near home anymore.
A burning sensation rises in your chest as a voice begins to echo through your skull:
“Hello traveller! Allow me to introduce myself, I am but a collector of goods.
Some of you have taken to calling me The Collector; as I do not give my true name,
this is what you may call me from here on.”
What Are You?
Your kind determines what happens next. Choose honestly; The Collector always knows.
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HUMAN
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SUPERNATURAL
“Stay safe, and have fun! I'm so glad to have you here!”
The air clears as your head returns to normal, a sense of ease washes over you.
“Welcome to my realm. Allow me to inform you of a few things: For starters I like to keep my toys in mint condition;
therefore, please attempt to keep your identity secret. Never assume how one might react to finding out something different.
I, however, will always try protect you. As such, if I find you being blatant with your powers, or announcing yourself to
all of those around you I will have to take drastic measures to keep you safe, even at your own behest.
I will thank you for your discretion.”
The air clears as your head returns to normal. You might want to stay or run, though while you may have had the ability to leave prior, something has changed: something deep within you. You feel as though your powers have been weakened through the collection process, almost like you've been reverted back to what they were originally.
You are now what The Collector might refer to as “Mint Condition.”