You all find yourself standing at Kirby Plaza. It's just you here. Why? Well it's all because of the letter. You found it in your pocket adressed individually to each of you. You have no clue as to why you came here, but you did. You just felt, to say the least, compelled to do so. You now stand around looking at each other.
(Go on, read your letters. I DARE you!)
Hunger for WHAT defines man.