Jack looks around at the world around him. His eyes are still adjusting, but its getting better. It is bright here. A far cry from the dark and dank bathroom stall he was in only a few moments before. Instinctively he crosses his arms. It's at that moment he takes in the cold. The cold and the snow. Jack has emerged on top of a mountain. He sees a man the size of a cruise ship lying on the ground. Behind the large men are two cave openings spread about 500 feet apart. The man is wearing a shirt that is stitched together one giant chain link at a time. Laying next to the massive man is a tremendous axe-like weapon on a pole. He finds his feet carrying him towards the giant man even though he doesn't remember asking them too. Upon closer inspection Jack can see that death has claimed this tremendous humanoid. A quick inspection reveals no signs of struggle. Despite his obviously decomposed state, the man does not exude the odor of decay. Jack can only wonder who he was, and how he died.
There are large sheets of paper scattered around the area. Some seem to be spilling from the giant-man's pockets. It's at this moment that Jack realizes that he isn't alone. Laying in a pile of the papers, leaning against the dead giant's side, is a sickly looking man of Asian heritage. He has a breathing tube in his nose and an IV port still in his arm. He is wearing nothing but a hospital gown. At first, Jack thinks he is dead to. Then he notices the man's eyes. They are darting around quickly, taking in everything they can. The man is struggling to breathe and his body is shivering from the cold air, but otherwise isn't moving at all.
"I know it is hard..." a voice speaks directly into the mind of ZhuGuan Yu. "Very soon you will feel much better... just last through this discomfort..." He feels an unnatural warmth wash over his body. He can't speak to this man who is so close to him now, but he can only take comfort that this guardian voice is watching over him.
Then, seemingly materializing out of thin air several others appear. A tall slender man in his early 30's with a friendly smile. Another man appears next to him. He has brown hair and looks much younger than the man standing next to him - early twenties or late teens. The last of the trio of men also has brown hair, but he sports piercing green eyes, an athletic build and is also in his early twenties.
Time and space seem to shift or distort, like as if someone had reached into it and disturbed it like it was just water. Out steps a golden haired young woman no older than twenty or twenty two. She has large, dark circles under her eyes, but the rest of her exposed skin is drenched in freckles. The most interesting thing about her that catches the eyes of all the others here is the bright orange jumpsuit she is wearing. She looks around at the ice and snow cascading the landscape all around her. There is no sign of the white-haired man that had brought her here, just a bunch of other people who obviously didn't dress for cold weather.
For a moment, the gathered players scan the horizon to see if anyone else will show up. It seems for a moment that everyone else is here, but then they hear it. A low screaming. They collectively look around them trying to find its source, but they can't see it. Then John looks up. He points a finger at something falling from the sky. It's a man. He is screaming all the way down. No one can see what or where he fell from, in fact the sky is clear. Whoever sent him here apparently decided to send him in like a falling star.
Ace slams hard into the ground. A shower of papers flies up and then begin to flutter back down to the ground slowly all around the assembled dungeon delvers. Ace doesn't feel good, but nothing is broken, and no blood has been spilled. A fall like that should have killed him, but aside for some tears and tatters in his clothes, and his equipment being broken (not to mention some aches), he feels fine.