@unjust-game liked for a starter!
It’s hard to say how people end up here; For someone as tech-savvy as Hermit, maybe Mementos simply led him here because it seemed right. Or maybe Mementos wasn’t involved at all, a stray program, stray magic. A million different reasons. The How and Why don’t really matter. The point is...
...Someone is in His Space!
It’s Showtime!
Or, something like that? Actually, he’s wholly unprepared for this. So at first, the server is just, dark. Well, what’s the point in making new connections if you don’t even make an impression on them?
Slowly; The darkness comes alive, distant at first, the gentle flame of stars. He knows stars, he spent his life staring, and staring, and staring, at stars. And slowly, the black void becomes brighter, hues of blues and purples, less like real space and more the way humans imagine it, cerulean and lilac hued, distant pinks. It’s really very beautiful.
There doesn’t appear to be any ground, but it’s fine to walk on, it’s not real after all. This space is digital, walk or sit or stand or what have, it’s all the same to him. And for all of that, the lights, the star that shoots with a brilliant tail of gold across the conceptual sky, he doesn’t actually get close. He’s hidden himself in the data of this server, uncertain of this stranger’s intentions, and lacking in the social grace to know any better.
Despite this, his voice resounds, soft, everywhere, and nowhere at all. It seems to echo around each star, each twirling planet. Really it’s quite dramatic.
“Who are you?...”
The question is simple, almost accusatory in its tone. “...What are you?”