Everyone shrieks at the site of the figure. It stands above you all, 9 feet tall hunched down looking directly at you all. It appears to be male. It wears large black boots and tattered woven pants. Tatoos cover the man's frail lanky body. The letter 6 written inked into his skin all over. His head is hung low and long pale hair covers the majority of his face. He lifts his long arm and you notice his long grotesque hands. They seem to be think and the bones are almost visible through the skin. He points directly at you and says your name. Struck with fear, you don't notice, but your friends who were with you, have all disappeared. The man does not say anything, but instead hands you a six sided die. The man steps backward giving you space to breath. With his raspy light voice he mumbles, "You know of my existence." You speak to him. You don't know why, it must be out of fear. "What do you want me to do with this? Where are my friends?" "Your friends?" the man speaks, "you won't have to worry about them anymore. THEY cease to have ever existed." The man explains that they are now a part of him, and never existed. He explains that if it weren't for you believing in his existence, even for a moment, that your friends would have suffered a fate far worse than what they have. He states that he will allow you one chance to walk free from this place so long as to never return. "Roll the die. The number it lands on, will determine your fate. I'd consider yourself very lucky." You look down at the die the faces are all the number six, but written the corresponding amount of times. You realize you aren't in the position to ask questions, and comply. You roll the die: