You stand on a large, circular platform, suspended in the darkness. The floor beneath you is a rose window of stained glass, lit from below by some unseen source. The cardinal corners are adorned with mural images in the glass: a red sword wreathed in flame; a revolver encircled by blue roses and thorns; a pious figure in a black shroud with book in hand; and a white demon with horns curved downward, brandishing a claw. Their images glow with power, beckoning you to choose between them. (There is only one of each weapon)

At the center of the platform is a statue of a young man. He wears a long coat and a cocky smirk, ready to take on any foe with the complex broadsword on his back and the gun holstered at his hip. But his real pride and joy, the weapon he's most confident in, must be what's in his right arm. Or... it would be if he had a right arm? Unfortunately, you may never know. That part of the statue has been broken off at the elbow.