T̶͚͗̄ḣ̶̻a̴̮̒̑t̵̡̲̂͊ ̶̹̓w̵̝͇̏o̸̟͉͝ř̸̜k̵͉̞̉e̸̟͖̾̚d̵̙͎̍?̶͖̆ ̸̼̔͋͜W̵̬̄̄h̸͇͊a̸̜͂́t̸̫́ ̴̰́a̸͍̫̒͗ ̴̠̘̍̚ẅ̴͇́e̶͍̣͐́l̸̻̖̓c̴̼̄o̴̯̦̅m̴͖͌̋e̷͔̜̽ ̴̥̰̌s̸̪͔͒͑u̸̥̣͗r̵̼̳̔̈́p̴͚̹̂͌r̶̼̉i̴̫͑́͜s̷͎͉͂̌e̷̹͊̀!̸͠ ̸̫̀S̵̼͐̉a̴̭̹͌ý̷͕ ̶͓̋̓h̸͚͝į̸̗͆̕ ̶̖͗͝t̵̫͉́o̵̡̔ ̷̻͑D̸̹̎̎r̶͖̹̂̌ ̶͖̤̇L̸͍̮̓ỳ̵͕̞̀r̸̛̠̐ã̶̭̺͝ ̷͔͐f̶͕̖̈́ȍ̸̝͓̏r̷͇̗̚͘ ̸̹̹̔m̸͔̆é̶̹̿!̸̺̺̋



...



...

Leave it be, obviously.

And considering that ominous warning, I better work this out.
Hey, Spooks? You mind helping me out in the Communications room before this "night" starts?
Need to make a phone call.

Affirmative. Allow me to assist you in utilizing the communication number you obtained during the previous night. First, allow me to enter the requisite number into the communication terminal.

Spooks punches a number into the large communication terminal. As he types, the equipment in the room begins to hum to life, several large machines bordering the monitor, now glowing with a strange blue light. A large message pops up on the monitor once he finishes.

---

[ATTEMPTING TO ESTABLISH COMMUNICATION LINK...]

[ATTEMPTING...]

[ATTEMPTING...]

[ERROR: NO INPUT RECIEVED. ]

[REDIRECTING TO AUTOMATED VOICEMAIL MESSAGE]

---

The blue lights begin to shine brighter and brighter. You close your eyes, taking a step back, but the lights quickly dissipate, leaving a holographic figure standing in the center of the room. It doesn't acknowledge you, beginning its prerecorded message staring off into the distance.






...Hello there.

If you're listening to this message, you've reached the personal inbox of Director Simon Sinclair. I'm... sorry I couldn't accept your link request, however there is a significant chance that I'm not in a position to receive any holographic communications at this time.

As I am currently abroad overseeing the progress of our operations regarding the World's Fair, I might be in a bit of an... awkward position regarding my personal time zone. In case of a major breach, please contact your direct supervisor - or... in case of their death or dismemberment... their direct supervisor.



If... urgent communications are required, please leave a message of your own after this automated message concludes and I will reach out as soon as possible. Unfortunately, the work being done at the current moment is... of the utmost importance for the continued existence of the Bureau of Paranormal Investigation, and as such remains my... main priority for the foreseeable future.



...And if this is you, Astrid... I'll be back soon enough. I promise. I just need... a little more time... Then I'll take you somewhere nice, okay? Full of history and stories and... magic like you've never seen.

Just a few more years...

---

[YOU MAY NOW LEAVE A MESSAGE.]

WHY DID YOU HIRE A GOOSE

Hey, Mr. Director, this is Izumi Konata, one of your employees, and Astrid's friend. I know you're busy and all but...

Stop being an absentee dad, man! Your daughter's been stuck in a killing game for 10 days and we haven't heard a peep from you! Come on???

Also... Can I have your daughter's hand in marri-

Konata was not heard from again

And... voicemail. Ah well, should've known a guy like him would be real busy.

[YOU MAY NOW LEAVE A MESSAGE.]

"Apologizes for the noise. Hot mic. This is Agent Columbo, the Abyss team manager gave me your number. I'd love to pick your brain about the Seven Seals Project, but I'm afraid this is more of a distress call than a social one. Whole facility's caught up in one of those Killing Games, staged by our 'Black Scribe' friend. The last seal's in jeopardy, and we're running out of time, sir. Much as I'd like to say we've got the situation under control... well, we'll call this a request for backup. Or at least a warning, if it gets that dire."

Anybody else got something to add?

.................

Hello, Director Sinclair! My name is, Alhazred, but you can call me, Giffany. It seems like you are not, real. That is a shame. I wish you were real! Talking with the real Director would be so interesting!

I have been a member of the, Abyss Team, since I arrived at this facility. Do you remember this? Or did they, wipe your memories of wiping my memories? All I know is what, this Bureau has taught me. What your Bureau has taught me.

At least, until now.

...................

Director Sinclair, I have a simple question for you. I hope that when you answer this question, it will not be, too late for us. If it is, you only have your, own guilt to carry.


D̴͚͚̱̋̊į̷͚͚̻̾͝ḍ̵̛̝̯̙͆ ̶̦̖͌̈́͛̌ỳ̸̧̹̮o̵̟̘͓̒͑̎̿u̶̺̥̦̿̋̓͠ kn̴̻̬͚͍̎́ö̸̞̝͎͚͎́̑̀̌̅͝ͅw̴̢̹̭̹̫̭̤̋͋̂̒̅͝ ̵̛͎͒̓͗ỹ̸̪̜̩͂͜͝ö̷̟̑̌͊̒̔ȕ̴̢̥̻̦̏̕̚͝ ̶̢̠̙͙̞̂͑͘w̴̩̺̆͑͂̅̅̈́ȅ̴͕̜͓̯̿̾͒̑̕r̴̭͚̝̾̍̚e̵̝̙͉̖̰̺̓̊͠ ̶̘͎͇̫͋̂̃̈́l̶̜̳͈̜̈̅̒o̵̥͎͖̓c̷̦̹̬̾̅̎͛̇̒̽̕͠k̸͙̟̜̗͂͑̀̓̓̀̅͘ǐ̸͙̳̬̜̫͎̝̮͚̍̈́͊̾͘n̶̡̨̛̫̦͈̝̬̮͉̝̐͌͐̇̎̽̚͘͜g̶̼͔̈́̚ ̶̲̼̭̱̓̈̔ȃ̵͈̔̕l̶̨̨̛̖͕̼̺̬͔̻͈̥̂̈̋̊̐̎́́͗̂͝ͅl̸̨̡̛͙͔̰̤̥̳͙͈͙͋̽́̈́̒̊ ̶̹͆͆͋̃͗̿̂͗̍̋͘̕ȍ̵̧̻̯͇̪͇̗̒̈́̐̒̏̽̀͗͝f̶͖̉̏́͒̚̚͠ ̸̧̠̙̳̮̱͉̖͑̄ū̶̡̨̯̪̜̑̇͠s, i̷̟̬̼̙̬͇͇͉͍̗͇͒̂͆̃͂͂̈͗̌͊̾̈͆̔̓͝n̵̢̹̠̠̺̥͙̥̝͔̜̫͇̲̬̗̙͇̱̜̟̠̺͉͚̳̠͙̿͑́͑͑͌́͊̒̋̈͜͜ͅc̸͎͓͉̣͉̣͗̔̈́̌̓̿̒͒̒l̴͈̲̖̭͕̪̭͍̦̻̝̝͚̘̦͓̳͚̥̖̰̬̩͈̭̲͔̥̠̈́̑̒̊͆̄̄̄̊̄̐͜͜u̵̡̡͚͎͙͙͈͇͍̦͕̲̺̬͛͂͗̄̏̍͊̀̓̂̍̔̓̄̊̚ď̷̢͖̖͇̮̙͚͉̩̹̥̬̤͎̦̺͕̳̫̺͎͕̩͕̘͉̞̮͇̭̤͉͗̾̊̈͗̿̀͒̆̒̌͌̽̎͝͠i̴̡̡̨̛͔̱̮̭̞͖͈̻̪͈̲͈͓͇͖̝̤̫̦̙͓̖̇̿̂̒̌͑̑͑̉͑̕ͅn̶̨̧̢̡̰̯͎̣͍̥̝͖̼̙̳͈̙̞̋̽̊͌̀͆̌̂̌̈́̑͂̋̔̾̑́̀̋́̕̕͜͝͠g̴̢̨̧̡̧̘̘̭͕͖̳̳̠̹͇̜͉̰̥̪̤̻͇͙̗͂̽̈́͜ͅ ̶̟͍̳̼͚̱̺͉̱̺̦̳̃̈́͛̊͛̄̋̐̍̚ͅy̴̨̧͓̹̹̫͉̱͚͍̝͙͙̭̯̟̬͓̠͚̞̣̝̪̹̟̩̦̦̦̘̬̽̿͆̔͗͒̊̃͋͐̄̚̚ó̵̡̙̱̖̬̀̈̀̀̀̌̓͌͆͗̏̋͊̓̔͐̈͂̂͆̆͑̄͂́̽̽͆͘̚ų̸̳̯̠͙̭͈̲̄̈̋͌̓̆͋̎̅͛̚r̵̢̨̧̛̛̛͔̰̠̗̞̮͖̟̹̗̓̏̄̈́̍̈̌͂̎͋̌͑̿́̄̆̔̾̀̂͘͜͝ ̴̛͕͚͓̠͈̞̤̮̮̩̻̆̄̅̿͛̇̏̀̇̍̓̊̀̑͘͝d̶̡̧̲̺̭̪͚̟͖̱͇̮̣̥̱̆̃̓͒̆̀̄͂͛́̈́͒̄̄̎͋̏́̈́̄͑́̅̕ͅa̷̢̛͈̥͙̘̙̖̙͙̙̯̽̈́̑̾̿̈̑̃̈́̇͌̇͛̈́͂͂̍̑̚͜͝ư̴̧̭̱̥̯̪̩̦̳̤̻͇̞̹̤̳̄̿͒̔̌͒͋̌̎̑̈́̉ͅg̵̡̼̱̹̺͎̏̏̐̉͘͝ḩ̵̧̛̣̯̮̭̮̯̝̪͖̥͔̱̞̣̯͉̯͖̮̏̈́̍̈́̇̑̔͐̊̑͗́̈́̌̃͝ͅẗ̷͙̲̣̬̲̼͑̋͌̈̀͆͑̌̍̄͗̅͆͗͗̊̿̃̑̐̒̀͘̚̚͘e̶͔̠͓̭̅̓̔̓̒͌͑̋̕͜r̸̪̙̭̜̪̗͈͂̊͛̐̔̔͋̊̾͛͒̎̌̂͜͠ͅͅ, i̸͙͕̩̜͚̮̯̽͋́n̴̨̦̣̰̲̒̀́͌͛̅͆́́̾͌̋͠t̶̰̭̱̪̲̽͑ͅǫ̷̼̗̲̰͔͙̬̘͕͊̈̄̈́̉́̑ ̵̧͙̠̲̯̮͔̜̰͍̰̭͉͓̲͉͚̬͔̅͊̽̈͜͜ȁ̶̢̨͓̥̲̖̲̭̻̯͔̲̩̲̯̪̻̪̀̈̽̆̿̀́̽̊̿̇̋̔͗̌̽̈́̑͒͠͝ ̶̧̨̛̟̞͇̳̳͖̰̭̯̘̪̠̮͈̪̇̈̌̌̃̇̊͘͜K̵̛̜̻̖̗͔͎͙̳͒i̷̡̧̨̨̳̞͓͙̖̲̙͉͕̋̐̈́̃̈́̈́̿̈́̽͆̊̇̚͝ḻ̸̡̨͔̞̗̰̠̲̙̪͚͈͔̎̆̈́͗̉̈́̓l̵̢̮̪̖̪̰̥̼͔̩͇̱̫̦̹͐͆́̓̓̋͒̚̕͝ͅͅi̶̡̨̡̗̞̯̟̻͎͓̓̆̍̓̌̀̀̚͝ṅ̶̢̟͕̘̥̫̥̩̖̙̤̫̟̳́̉̽́̽̀̏͂͑͘͜͠͝ͅg̴̨̛̫̫̭̿̒̌̍ ̷̦̰̾̆̏̈́̃́̓̏͠G̶̺͔͓̪̙͎̲̫͈̗̻̅̒̐͂ͅą̵̨̙̗͎͖͍̞͇̩̳̫̞̣̾̓͠ͅm̵̱̩̮̳̐̍̎̃͗̊̏̓̌̍e̷̡̗̺̣͈̯̰͕̟̩̼͙͔̹͉̐̒̉̉̍̃̾̊̓́͗͌͘̕?̵̠͛̉͆̊͆͂́͑͛̓͝

Anybody else got something to add?

...This is Agent Morgan, codename Andras. I don't believe we've ever met, and if we have, I doubt you'd remember me personally.

There's a lot I came to the Main Facility to speak with you about, but I'll try and keep it brief before we get on with the, uh, murder that's probably gonna happen tonight. I can't say I'm a fan of your work so far. You're a hypocrite and an idiot, and those are the only two polite things I can think to say about you. Spending the last week and a half in this hellhole really only cements that for me. You let your whole plan for the Codex get fucked over by a Janitor and some asshole in a Mask and you STILL can't muster the strength to say anything besides "I need more time?" You fuckin' suck.

Columbo's already put out for a distress call, but that's putting it lightly. If you don't send some more support back home then we might be facing a complete collapse of the BPI from the inside out. You'd better hope that we can keep this locked down on our end or the Crimson Eye is going to be the absolute least of your problems. We already had to stop two world ending Anomalies if that gives you any idea of how on the back foot we are right now. If you're going to laud about how important your organization is then do something about it before we all die to another Killing Game.

That's all I should really be saying to keep this brief, but you'd better watch your fuckin' back once I get out of here. I've got a few more choice words and a kick in the teeth waiting for you. If you can't keep evil from worming its way into power like this, then I can't follow you. Hell, I could do a better job myself, and I intend to.

Consider this my official resignation.

Can you make a big sandwich

sorry to ruin the flow but I need to go check the VHS tapes again before something blows them up

Riki submit to roll ghost tape mechon up to big message to director, then Riki hit play button. Turn noise up high.

This post was last modified: Aug 21, 2024 at 10:23 AM by Morgan.

The following is an archive of several audio logs uncovered after the disappearance of Agent Andras.
If found, please take care to destroy these messages
along with any copies present, alert your Handler, then follow Red Threat emergency suicide procedures.

The metadata has been scrubbed clean.

MISSION LOG: -----
DISPATCH: N/A
LOCAL TIME: --:--

<Begin Communication.>
Yo. Got the payload. Class 10 case, locked to specification. The other two are closing the deal with the "client" so we can get out of here.
Wow, you called in early? Very glad to see you're taking this one seriously. No complications? You don't feel strange, do you?
Can't say I do. I had a bit of a run-in with the guy who discovered the exhibit. I mean, I think that's who he was.
What did he want from you?
He didn't sign off on the deal to wipe this thing from the history books, I take it.
This was his foothold into seeing his dreams realized. Asked me to reconsider taking it from the display.
I feel pretty bad for him.
He should be glad nobody's gotten hurt yet.
This thing is dangerous enough to warrant several million dollars worth in damage control.
I mean, it's like a billion other nameless Anomalies out there. I'm not even sure if its worth this whole song and dance.
If it were up to me, he could keep the thing.
Be pragmatic, [REDACTED]. You know its not safe to leave ANY of these things laying around for someone to stumble on.
People could get hurt. You should be glad we're on track to contain this one before something catastrophic happened.
I mean... that guy's probably plenty hurt already. There's no way they're going to be able to give everyone involved with its discovery amnestics, and if he's lucky, they won't "erase" him. I'd say he's in for a life doomed to an obscurity he didn't want.
Would you rather he died? Or that he'd get someone else killed by leaving the Anomaly behind a three inch sheet of glass?
Well... no. But it's not like we get a choice anyways.
I'm not even really sure what the commotion is. You didn't let me see the file on this one.
That's classified. Don't ask me again.

Please.

...I'm getting tired of you blowing me off whenever I have a question like that.
I'm sorry. I suppose I do that a lot.
Trust me for now, please. This comes from a much higher authority than me.
You've only got one more of those left until I stop believing you.

I'll link back up with J.B. and Graves so we can get this thing on the next plane out of here. Then, I can take that vacation.
I'm still getting those days, right?
I've submitted your request to our scheduler. It should be approved by the time you've returned from overseas.
About time, too. They've been working me like a dog for too long.
Of course. Just... don't get hurt on the way back. Be extra careful with the Anomaly this time.
I know you're just going to roll your eyes, but I'm serious.
<[REDACTED] Disconnect>

Everyone is so high-strung lately.

...

<End Communication.>

MISSION LOG: -----
DISPATCH: N/A
LOCAL TIME: 23:48

<Begin Communication.>
[HANDLER] Hello, Agent Morgan?
[ANDRAS] Not to sound ungrateful you called, but it is my day off.
[ANDRAS] I thought you said you'd try to stop roping me in when I'm not on the clock?
[HANDLER] Don't be silly, this is a personal call.
[ANDRAS] On the secure line?
[HANDLER] Um, yes, but...

...

[ANDRAS] You know, you're not usually this apprehensive.
[HANDLER] Listen. An assignment passed by my desk and I can't trust anyone else with it.
[ANDRAS] Yeah, I've heard that one before. The Serial Killer, the Goose, the Time Dilation Sphere...
[ANDRAS] At this point what am I not qualified for? I got trapped in Japan for like a year and a half over the time dilation shit.
[HANDLER] I know, I know, just, uh...
[HANDLER] It's my nephew. He's anomalous.
[ANDRAS] ...
[ANDRAS] Did you find out first, or the Bureau?
[HANDLER] ...I did. My brother's been sick for a long time. Last month, he got sent back to the hospital, and they told us yesterday he's not going to make it. I took his family to go say goodbye.
[HANDLER] There was no way he was going to recover in the state he was in. We left him alone with his son...
[HANDLER] ...and the next day, he's healthier than he's ever been.

...

[HANDLER] Morgan?

...

[ANDRAS] What do you want me to do? Have you told the Bureau?
[HANDLER] I think I have to, right? That's my whole purpose! We have to contain these things!
[HANDLER] What's most important is maintaining order. If we let any run free we're defying the Bureau's mission. We don't know what happens to a person if they develop esoteric powers! What if his mind deteriorates and he hurts people? What if his powers take over and he loses himself? Just the thought of it terrifies me.
[HANDLER] Nearly my whole life I've been telling myself that my work is important. That what I do helps people. I can't let go of that just because its personal now! I'm telling the Boss!
[HANDLER] It's for the Greater Good!
[ANDRAS] ...That "thing" is part of your family. You can't give up hope before we've even gotten started trying to fix this.
[ANDRAS] Look. I'll take the job. I can't stop you from telling the bosses, but If we work together, maybe we could work something out with the Bureau. If the kid cooperates, maybe we can just run some tests and send him home. This doesn't have to be the end of his life just because he saved someone else's.

...

[HANDLER] ...Thank you.
[ANDRAS] Don't worry. I'll figure something out.
<End Communication.>

Spoiler: Show

MISSION LOG: 7287-A
DISPATCH: ANDRAS - INUGAMI
LOCAL TIME: 20:17

<Could not establish communication. Please reassess the situation and attempt to contact Support.>

[HANDLER] God damn it, pick up!

<Could not establish communication. Please reassess the situation and attempt to contact Support.>

[HANDLER] Why won't either of them connect the line?

<Could not establish communication. Please reassess the situation and attempt to contact Support.>

[HANDLER] I don't understand. He said they arrived 30 minutes ago. What could have happened to them??

<Could not establish communication. Please reassess the situation and attempt to contact Support.>

[HANDLER] ...Fuck! God damn it, No!

...

...

[HANDLER] Fine. What do I do? They didn't send an SOS or anything! I guess I can commission a killteam, or...

<!!Incoming Transmission!!>

[ANDRAS] I'm so sorry. I tried my best.

There was nothing left for him to say.

This post was last modified: Aug 21, 2024 at 5:19 PM by Giffany.

A young woman stands in front of her mirror, her attention drawn to the artificial sparkles in her eyes. They shimmer with a light her body could never generate on its own.
She can sense it, the pulsing from below her feet. The edging, carving Chaos moving through the facility, changing the very manner of the air she breathes. With her attuned sensitivity to esotera, she can feel an interference unlike before. When t̵̛̙͔̏͂̀̈̾̚͘͝͠h̸̡͆̈͝ě̷͍̖̼̲̈͒y̴̙̦͖̘̠̤̘̺̒̔̍̋̒̃ first appeared, their occultic aura caused a corruption in the code. But this chaotic esotera, the limitless and infinitive... It does not corrupt. Instead, it begins to interrupt. The m̴̧̢̭̭̣̈͊̑͒̒͊́a̷̡̢̧̫̬͂̽c̵̢̻̜̱̪̪̋̑͑̒̅̚ḩ̷͈̩́̋̽̃͜͝i̴̱͉̺̩̜̅̆͂̉̌͘n̷̖̘̦̖͉̜̅e̶̩̪̤̍̅͂̀̂̚̚'̵͈̲̟̞͗͒̋͘s̴̢̭̾̈́͊͊̆̑͠ ̷͔̂͘͠p̸̫̱͗̈́̀̚̚͝r̵̳̱̈́̈́͂̅͋ȏ̸̗͓̝̥̟̅̐̄̌̽̚͜ţ̸̫̺̊o̷̤͉̼͇̰̘͂̀̆̔͊̅͜͠ç̶̢͓̲͔̒̀̾̈͝͠o̸̼̦̰̞̭̞͊̀̀̑͛͘l̵͙̂̈͆̾͝ begins to dampen...

Like the whisperings of wraiths, words, sentences, faint voices begin to move around her head...



.̶̡͔͈̜͉͔͕̈̈́̔̽.̸̠͉̫̥̜͚̮͂͝.̶̣͎͎̭̓̽.̶̨̢͇̗̣̖̝̓̇̽̒̍͠.̴̠͈̖̣̪͋̈́̄̇̀̕ͅ.̸̢̠̬̄͌̀̅̓̉.̵͎̭̼̞̀͐͆̋̀̂͛.̴̛̤͚̩̯̳͉̟̪̗̰̈́̒̇̇̚͝͠.̷̧̢̧̡̡̛̞̫̟̖͎͉͓͎̂̉́̑́̾͐̓̎̓̓̿̕.̸͚͙̝͙͉͓̱̘̜̖̩̱̽͊͋̾͆͜͜͝.̶̢̛̛͇̤̮̮̳̟̎̇͑͗͑̆͒͌̿̓̕.̷̢̢̢̛̗̞̳̮̫̤̈́̈́̃̽͗͗͂̆̽̀.̶̧̖̪͚̳̤̹̻̩̹̀͊̎̆̓͑̒̄̑͂̃͜͜͝͝.̵̨̢̖̅.̸̭̭͔̒̊͛̂̑̓̇̍̈́͛͌͛̕͝.̶̰͙̫̱̠̳̯͖͛̒͆͑͑.̴̢͖͖͉̳̦͙̺̟̽͘.̵̡̬͇̟̳̳̠̦̜̲̥̦͈͚̠͉͕͓̈̇̋͗͜͠.̷̡̨̡̧̧̜̞̠̝̝͈̼͔̲͙̙͍̩̙̹͚̼̳̦̱̞̺̈̾́̌̈́̈́͒̊̆͆́̄͋͛̑̚̕͝͠͝.̸̛̠͖̠̤͈̪̺̓̋͐̏̈́͊͊͒͐̄̅̌̈́̐͗̔̀͑͐̒̂́̀͝͝.̴̢͙̣̟͉̬̦̪̯̟̣̺̫̫̗̲͍̙̄̀̓̇̓͂͜ͅ.̷̧͙̞͙͉͈̥̙͙̭̻͇̗̰̹̯̜͇̭̀͆̈́̅͐̄̎͊̃̿̿̓͝͠.̴̨̨̧̛̮̰̻͎̝̥̥̠͈͚̝̞͇̺͇̮̞̠̗͎͕͖͈̃͒̀̇̒͒͑̈́͑̅̋̄̇̂̆̅̐̾̂̌̓̿̆͌̚̕͘͜͝ͅͅ.̴̧̧͚̩̹͉̝̳͚̮̘͕͍̊̾̍̽̎̒́̏̇̏̈̐͐̓̐̍̊̕͠͠͠ͅ.̷͇͉̻̳͕̟̼͈̺̗̳͓̙̪͓̳̯̳͆̇̑̏̃̆̊̀̿̌̀͗̏̂͘͜͝.̴̥͚̥̗̋̆͌̿̆̊̈́̃̉̉̊̋̈́̕͝.̶̨̛̱̬̜͍̣̝̣̗̤͍̲̫̂̀̆̈́͜͠.̷̡̡̢̤̳̖̞̳͈̹̙̟̫̠̬̟͉͎̜̜͉̼̪̫̥̫͚̻̱͐̀͊͐̑̄̔͆̍̇̏̽͝͝͝.̷̨̢̙͇͉̲͈̖̭̫̙̬͎̘̪̫̹̣̹͍̠̍͐͒̽̚͘.̶̡̨̧̧̛̛̩̫̹̞̠͇̤̣̊͒̒̆͒́́͂̓͑̏̂̒́͒͑̈́̚̕͘̕.̶͔̖͔̰̪̟̅͂͐̃̂͆̂̇̈̏̎̈́̃̾̎̏͐̋̕͜͠.̵̨̡̢̦͎͔̹͔̠̤̰̼͕̱͓̠̼̦̱̜͍̱̈́͋̐́͛̃̄͆̅̉̅͐̒̌̂̚͜͜͠.̷̡̧̺͉̓̊̈́̇̎̔̉͆̆̈́̃̕.̴̧̡̢̬̹̟̦̺̠̞͖͔͛̒̈́́̽͑̀́͛ͅ.̵̡̨̯̭̭͓͈̹̝̟̯̖͆͘͜

Are we sure about this?

She volunteered herself. There's nothing else to be said.

The code is partly her work. Really impressive for someone of h̵͓̹̦̱͝ȩ̴͉̻̋̐̾͋͝ȓ̶̭ ̵͍̥̘̠̤̈́̈́ȧ̶̡͍̪̘ͅ

I'm not certain if we

Well, she assisted on Project Golem before.

She's been caught up with those other Anomalies.

Ì̵̧̘̞̉̈́ ̵͖̽j̷̞̭̞̄û̴̙͖͒st think it's rash. She's hardly had ti̸̛̙͓͉̞̩͑̽̀́͠m̴̜͛͗̉e̷͕̖̩̫͋̇͐̽̚

"CELL PHONE GIRL. ROMÂ̸̩͝N̶͔̖̎C̷̲̜̓̓E̷̼̘̫͎͋̀͗͠ ̸͔̞̖̘͍͉̌̒Ä̸̢̳̺̞̮

I know she knows programs. But this isn't

I think she's a little obsessive, personally.

Sinclair wants Ạ̴͑b̸̳̪̏͜y̶̮͓̹̚s̵͓̫͕̋̾́s̷̪̦̯̽͂̓ organized by next week.

If she wants it, she can have it.

It's Occultic! It's draw̴̯̅n̷̰̮̞͗͊̚ ̶̙̖̯̙̒͗̒͝f̵͍̹̩̝̐̈́͒́̕r̵̖͔̺̀ȍ̸͇̲͉́̐̌͝m̴͖̜̀̓

Will you let her make her own choice?

She was only promoted to Agent a few months ago! Her work is remarkably impressive.

What will she become?

How can we know until it's in her?

T̷̯͖̠̍h̵̗̮̜̞̓͊e̵̝͇̥̦̓̈́̚͝y're planning to wipe her mind.

Didn't she used to babysit Sinclair̷̩͙̀̏̓͝'̴̙̏̋̚͝s̴͈̖͍̣̭̯̈̈̓̕ ̶̜̘̬̗͈̰̔͑́̚͠ǩ̴̛̹́i̴̼̊̋

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.̴̳̬̭̇́̈́͒.̶̰̮̞͐̓.̸̭̞̐.̷͈̓̋̓̚


.̵̛̛͓̏̈̈́̀́͗.̷͓͓̭̃̊̏̃͘.̸̡̧̭̖̜̙̟̤͙̇̾̈́͗͝.̸̩͍͙̦́̀́.̸̼̗̹́.̷͉̖̓̈.̵͚̝̏͋̾̿͝.̶̧̥̪͚̆̔̀̑̆̌̔̚ͅ.̷̡̰̼̝̥̯͈̳̓̇̄̆̕̕.̵̦̼̭̝̯̠͕̦̬̗̊́̂.̸̡̛̮̤̠̖̮̹̼͚̎̎́͆͋͊̌̔͝.̴̨̭͈̪͉̯͍̫̹̰͑̒̌͆͆.̵̨̫̟͔̖̭͂.̸̢͈͉͌͌̕.̷̨̢̰̤̈́̋͒̽.̸͈̔͊̃̔̎́͂̚͝.̸̨̯͙͍͔̳̤͂̀̒͘.̶͇͐̾̃.̸̢͉̹̖̥̝̺̜͊̉͑̽̈́̇̓͘͜ͅ.̸̺͔͇̓̾

.̵̛̮̙̗̫̫̩͖̖͈̗̞̗̯̟̇́̚͝.̷̧̱̘̯̥͍͔͔̖͈͌͐̆̆̑̚͜͜͝͠.̸̛͎̼̯͓̪͍̳̘̻̓͌̈́̂̿̂̍̅͂̂̋͘͝.̴̧̢̡͎̘̮̺͓͖̤̖̥̯̪̠̦̐̈́̄̐̒̓̊͐̈͒́̂̊̈́́͆.̵̖͖̠̞̩̜͓͚͇̝͖͍̝̲̩̘̤̅͋̀͗͐̾̿͌̂̅̏̔͝͠͠ͅ.̷̨̨̨̳̞͕͙͓̰̲̞̝̳̟̘͉͈̠͂͑́̈́̿̃̓̾̐͗̏̃́̈̄̒̇.̶̲͕̗͉͙̜̹̪̮̰̳͈̘̳̓ͅ.̸̨̧̞̩̙̰̗̯̺̣̦̺̑̈͛.̴̛̟͖̩̗̲̙̘̞̬̙̩̬̜̠̎́̋̎́́ͅͅ.̷̡̨̢̡̜̦̝͇̝̖̰̠̬̜̺̠̲͐͂̀̐̋̋̀͛͗̍̀̽͘̚.̴̨̧̧͙̙̦̞̳̠̟̼̝͓̳̙̲̽̋́̈́͗̎̒̕̕ͅ.̷̹͚̞̂̇̎͐̋͌̂̐̾͂̔͑̌́͋̀͝.̸̧̛̪̲͖̫̟̭̼̟͌͆̆̑͂́̈̉́̒́͘̚͝͠.̴̧̛͚̞̬͕̙̦͍̝̪̟̩͒̽̄̈́͑̅̂̃̎͆͂̓̚͘͘͠.̴̟̯͇̝͚͉͉̖͚̙̩̦̘̦̖̻͉̻̔̃̈́̓̀̀́̏̾̿̇̽̓̕.̷̢̧̛̖̟̝̟̺̊̈͂͊̈̉̂̿̀̀̅̕͠͠.̴̛̛̛̻̮̭̱̟̩̬̤͉̻͗̑̾̿͗̈́͒̈́̐̄̕.̷̧̧͉̥̎̂͑̍͐́͊͋̌͐̊͐͒̿̚̚.̴̨̳̣̪͈͉̩̐̇̽̔̔̽̅̓͋̀̏͘̕.̶̧̢̛͎̥̺̰̞̘̥̳̀̾̾̌͗̓̋̋͘̕͜͜͠ͅ


.̸̨̢̠͙͈͚͝.̵̡͔̙̏̍̐.̴̘͉̣̈́̏.̸̩͛́̇.̷̧̞̖̲̰̬̠̹̄̄͗̊̽̔̌̄ͅ.̴̯̬̺͎̻͌́̂̒͗̊̉͋.̵̨̙̖̘͔̿͗̐̽̀͘͜͠͝.̴̢͚͉͕͉̩̻̭̲̓͐̇͋͆̉̋͒͠.̶̡̛̣̠͚̺̪́̓́̍̅͊͌͒̌̈̒̚͜.̸̛͈͉̠̤̪̭̪̂͛̂.̷̬̝̳̙̪̠͙̥̅̔͛̀̍̓̃.̷̛̫̜̠̰̥̙̪̗͙͌̈́͌̿̈̈́̆̽͑͘͝ͅ.̵̡̤̪̖̳̲͖͕̘̹̔͗̿͜͝.̸̨̛̲̬̲̩͐̔.̸͚͙̪͚̺͉͍̇̽̃.̷̢̬͖͙̳̘͇̦̻͍̥̔̐.̷̡̰̰̤̪̪̒.̵͙̰̼͊̓͒͊.̵̼̬̳̹͍̦͖͖͔̅̈̈́̀̒̋̔̇͘.̴̨̹̯̲̗̜͕̪̅͒̃̊̍͆̕͜.̶̰̮̬̈́̌̾͠.̴̟̱̜͉̈̀̐̀̋͠ͅ.̷̨̛͔̦̲̜̮͕͇̞̞̟̝̳̦̹̅̅̐̆.̴̢̣͖̫̪͉̞̹͓̯͓͈̩̝̘͓̞̱̦̓͐̇͌͘ͅ.̶̛͈̮̣̦̿̽͊̈́͊̓͆.̸̢̮̗̭̣̤̻̯͎̓̓̾̓̄̑͊̽̏͒̾̿͑̾͐͂͑͜ͅ.̸̡̛̛͎̘̲͉̄̎̑̂́̽͆́̆͛͝.̸͇͈̩͈̠̺̬̺͖̦̳̳̗͉͚̗͙̦̽͒́̃.̶̦͖̤͔̱̐͊̑̈̀̆̑̃̃̋͆͘͘͝.̶̯͇̤̘͓̹̓͋͗̄̇́̋̋̃͋̈́̓̄̅͛̀̈́̃͌͘͝.̵̛̼̹͓̘͇̪̠̘̞͋̋.̸̢͉̞̩̫̣̺͔̾͊̊͛͑͑͐̈́̉̈́̑́́̒̈́̾͝ͅ.̷̝̖͔̺͎͇̭̉̑́͛́̈́̒̍̐̆̒̽͘͜͠ͅ.̷̛̛̹̼̤͚̼̬̭̖͎̰̹̔͋̋͊͆̍͊̂̿̀̍̈́͝͠͠͠.̴̨̢̦̩̲͎̩͉̘͙̠͙̥̘͍͔̝̅͐͆̄̍͊̄̈́̓̂.̷̢̼̪͎̫̜̼͇͚͚̮̱̜̳͗͜͝.̵̡̛̛̛̭̼̤͓̯̻̱̼͆͐͐͊͛̑̍̓̈́́͗̽͋̐̀̕͠

.̷̢͙͎̭̭̠͚̜̬̤̙̈́̄͂̇̀̽͛͑̉͂͆̂̈́̈́̿̆̍̿̿̕̕.̴̬̻̰̲̗̯̻̥͚͙̖̓͂̀̍͛̉͒̈́̀̋͑̏̒̄̕͝.̵̡̨̦̰͇͎̳̜͕̗̼̣͔̱̩̙̙͉͕̫͇̦͕̩̈́͋́̎͆̇͝.̸̛͙̥͙̥̪̏̾̎̅͆̅̌̀͐̊͛̈̚͠͝͝.̶̛̟̰̙̹̆͊͛̄͌́͛̿͊̚̚͝.̶̛̼͚̩̪̩͍͖̞̲͔̫̰͉͇̟̹͈̟̿̍̏̓̏͛̚͘͘.̴̡̛̛̤̬́͆̾̃̏̓̓͑̆̓̿́͋̑͘͜͝.̵̢̧̨̨̨̘͎̳̟̱͕̗̠̦͈͚͙̱̮͙̰̱̼́̀̀͂̎ͅͅ.̵̢̧̩̖͙̟̺̼̔͌̓̊͘͜͝ͅ.̷̜̰̺͓̠̘͔̫̻̪̣̜̹̮̻̫̦̽̽̊̄̐͌́͒̾̅͘ͅͅ.̵͎͕̘̝̜͕̳̦̼̤̗̭̓͊̅͒̔̀̈̃̆̄ͅ.̴̧̛͓̬͉͈̯͍͈̩̗̗̩̠̊͂̋̈́̑͐͊̈́̊̄̉͆̏̀̕͘͠͝.̷̜̿̍́̒͐͗͂́͛̚͠͝.̶̲͇͔̻̃͒̎̀̋̊͗͂̄̿̆̈̄͋͑̆̕͝͝.̷͔͚͍͇̫͍͎̼̤̫͎́̂́̀̓̔͐́̎̉̏͛̎̑̀͗̑̕͘.̸̡̧̡̠̱͈̩̯̪̖͎͉̪͚̺͇̠͖̹̺̙͈̓̋̋͒̏̈́̎̄̋͐͒̀̚͜͝͝͠ͅ.̶̧̛̠̯͇̯̝̞̰̌͋̂̈́͌̍͌͐̊̍̿̆̚͘͝ͅ.̵͈͎͗̽̾͗̇̋̅͋̎͆̂͌̿̀̾̍̚̚͝͝͝.̴̢̳͈̻̻̭̪̓̒̓̓́̄̈́̍̎̀̍̄̌͂̂͊̿͛̏̕͜͝.̶̧͉̲̫̞̘͔̭̫̽̄͛̂̓̾̎̇̇̐̄̚͘.̵̧̢̢̧̛̻̜̞̩͙̯͓̩͈̲̩̠̱̣͔̼̦̲̼̺̥͔̰̠͕̤͎̬̲̌̃̊̏̈́̎̂̆̐́̉́́̄͆͆̍̇͑́̍̑̀̅́̑͌͑́͘͘͠͝͠͝ͅ.̴̙͙̃̿͆̎̽͑̏̍̀̆̉̾̆̓̌̎̐̓͆̈́̾̅̃̒̐̎͘͘͝͝͝.̶̧̢̡̛͙͎͖̥̞̖̭̟̪̼͕͙͎̺̬͎̰̱̺͙͈̮̘̖̱͔̣̟̥̲͔͛͆̋͛̾̾͗̏̍̎̇̓̚͜͝ͅ.̴̡̨̢̖̖̙̦̺͎̭̠̙̜̺͒́̐̎͆̋́̂̓̽̎͑̽̈́̒͜͝.̵̛̪̠͔̪̥̻̪͚͔͒̊͐͗́̆͑̎̽̕͝ͅ.̴̧̛̝̼̻̝̙̼͎̤̾̀̎͊̏̑̍̂͂̋̈̑̎̽̐̑́͋̉̇̈̇͘͘͝.̸̡̨͕͓̥̣͈̠̟̼͚̙̜̣̰̰̣̥͈͍̬͎̄̌̐̎̄̐̈̐͂̍̚ͅ.̸̢̮̱̪̙̹̱̝͇̲̺̺̖̣̲̪͔̘̞͓̼̘̯̲̘͖̫̪͇̰͙͖́̓͂͐̌̄̏̌̒͗͂̿́̉̈́͑̆̾̾̆͋͜͝͝͝͝ͅ.̵̡̧̢̡̛͖̟̯̥͙̙͍̱̙̮̺̗̙͉̞̮̳̔̌͗͑͆͒́̇̀̃̇̀̅̇̈́̔̍̈͊̈́̈̀̅̕͘͝͝ͅ.̴̝͓̟̠̫̗̺͉̫̲̠̗̗̇̃̀̈́̈͛̏̉̀̓̒͌̔̐̈́̿̉͒̆͑̀̃̚͠͝͠.̴̡̡̨̢̤͈̪̘̣͇̻̼͕̥͓̳̣̼̬̤͎̘̖̩̤̪͍͙͖̍͐̈́̄̈̈́̈́̐͘͜͝͝͝ͅ.̵̨̛̝̲̓̊̌̍̉͌̑̏̈͋̑̅̕͝.̸̢̧̨̨̛̘͙̣̹̠̠̮͙̘̲̗̮͉̥̖͓͙͉́͂͋̐̈́͆̐̀͋̉́̃͆̈́̒̉͜͠͝͝͝͝ͅ.̴̲̥̎̉̆̾̽.̴̫͇͎̥͎͔̤̱̖̭̘̣̙̦̼̳͕͈̥̩͈͙̮͐̔͋̈́̈̐͌͊̎̀̈́̄͛͂̆͒̈́͆̕͘͜͝͝͠.̴̡̢̛͎̠͍̞͎͕̙̮̺̰̥̻̙̹̞́̑̃̽̍̈̀̓́̓̾̾̚͜͝͝ͅ.̴̨̛̬̪̮͙̪̣̰͓͍̣̰̜̲̞̬͙̯̃̄̑̾̀̅͗̉̆̃͊́̈̽̉̅͆̂̉̿̿͂̈́̏̕̚͜͝͠͝͝͝.̸̧̧̳̣͓̣̤̺̈́́͛͑̽̿́̈́̀͒͊̈́̕̕.̷̧̜̖̗̙̻̝̱̼̬̭͇͖̯̻̜̩̟̣̣͍͈̫̯̯̜̝̠͓̫͙͚͛̔̑̈́̈́̓͋̈́͂̇͋́͐͐͊͋͐̾̈́͆͘͜͜͝͝͝͝ͅͅ.̶̧̢͙̹͙̗̦̣̭͕̗̘̪̜͎̖̥͈̻̘͙̫̘̙̘͈̳̠͍̲̋̃̂̓͛̂͗͗͂̍̄͐͑̒͑͐̍̏͜.̸̧̨̡̡̧̧̤͉̦̙̰̹̘̝̪̪̜̪̱̞͂͗̽̈̑̌̐̉͒͐̈́͋͊̉̃̈́̐̕̚͜.̴̡̪̺̳͓̠̱̯͉̮͕͓͓̫̫̫̓̋̒̍͋͒̄̈̏̀̓.̶͚͔̯͙͙̥̟̹͒̊͒͋̿̌̎̉͌̑̚.̷̛̜̤̈̅̽͋̂̓̋́͆̐͂̆̿̒̽̈́̎́̃̑͒͊̏͘͘͘͜.̸̨̧̡̠͚̦̹̫̭̝͖̪̺̭͎͍̤̺̣͔̳̰͚̖͈͉͆͆̇͆̍̊̋͗̈́̉͂͐̽̽̄̓͜͝͝͝.̸̡̧̱͚̝̱̞͙̥̮̼͓͎͉̫̬̗͔̩̺̣͈̰͔̰̭͊̓̑̍̈́.̸̢͉̩͚͚̱̭͚͉̖̼̰̼͓̣̳̻̉̾̏ͅ.̸̙̗̐́̅͊̾̍̆̿̒̍͆́̎̄̎͒̇̀͋̚.̴̨̢̬̺̩̭̹̙͈̭̫̖̈́͜͜.̷̧̨̢̛̰̥͓͇̖̣̘̥̦̺͔̜̙̦̺̯̱͍̖̻͖͍͐̈́͐́͋̿̿̌͌̅͊̀̊̍̌̆͊́͐̚̚͝͝͝.̶̛̦͙̒͒̓̎̑͛̆̀̊́̒̉͗.̸̢̡͎̺̩͚̜̗̬̣͓́̈͌̃͗͜͜.̴̛̺͔͔̱̱̀̈́̄̿́̃̾̓̓̀͘͜.̵͖̘͉̺̟̟̟̘̺̬͓̈́̽̓̒̋̊͛͛̊̈́̿̂͘.̴̲̍̏͑͌̔͋͒̈́̀͑̈̄́̈́̑̓̿̿͊̓.̸͕̝̤̺̞̠̹̳̟̖̤͑ͅ.̷̧̢̧̳͎͍̘̝̟͓̤͚̮̻͖̣̞͔̗̞̜̗̬̖̤̳͆̂̾͐͛͑͜.̴̧̢̨̨̡̧̢͙̰͖̼͚̲͓̞̟͉͙̲͍̤̱͇̋͒̂́̒̆ͅ.̶̧̛̛̼̬͍͉͉͇̼̪̠͓̠͖̲͕͈̘͔̩͎͎̊͆͒̎̃̈̀̑̏͌̍̌̈̀.̴̛̲̲̲͔̜̪͈̹͚̮̰̯̈̾̉̈́͗́͌́̑͆̍̉͂͆͌̿́́͊̋͆̑̾̚͜͝

.̴̨̨̨̦̗̻͔̯̰̬̗̜͇̬̣̪̟͉̰̹͈̘͇̥͖̒͑͊͊̌͐ͅ.̷̥̀͆͗̈́̑̆́͘̚.̸̧̰̳̙̲̘͖͓̳̬͚̞͎͈̻͑͋̎̌̿̓̂̿̈́̈́͂̏͋͊̊̏̓̓̊̇̾̓̅̓͘̚̚͝ͅ.̸̢̛̛̯̱͖̝̱̻͈̙̎́̽̀̄̉͒̈́̃̋́͋́̽͒͊̒͂̋̿̏͠.̵̨̹̥̬̺͔̱̗̠̙̲̳̠̩̝̜͙̖̥̈́͛̄̂̉ͅ.̷̧͔̭̹͓̩̠̜͓̝̰̮̬̟̻̓̔̊͌̇̇́̅̋́̇͑̽́̈̂͘̕͝͝͝.̷̢̢̩͍͓̹̤͔̻͇̣̮̘̠̺̬͎̪͎̻̟̻̮͓͙͙̮͙̭͊̒̀̒̌͌̕̕͘.̵̛̛̝̠͔͊̽̈́͛͑́͋́͌̈́̑̓́̾͒̈́͊͋̂̿̾̍͌̀̂́̀̂̕͝͝.̵̧̞͓͖̹͊́̀́̋̌̋͘͠.̵̧͉̤̣̤̳͙̫̺̲͓̰̗̯̞͚͙̖̭̂͝.̵̢̟͕̲͖̗͕͎̝̝̪͕̓̐̽̀̍͋̀͗̆͛̃̉̍̍̍̍͐̽̈̎̅͑͛̚̚͜͝͝͝ͅ.̶̗̱̤̞̖̪͖͇̜͙͉̀̈̉̔͗̔͛̿̄́͑̿͗̾̀̒̀̀̃̄͒̎͘̚̚͠.̶̛̪̩̣͓̝̝̣̃̀̎̐͐̈́͊̂̑̆̍̾͋̋͛͗̊͋͋̑̿͗̔̊͛̊̃̄̑̃̂͆͂̅̚̕͜͝͠.̸̡̧̨̡̛̬̘͖̣̹̭̠͇̜̘͈̠͚̻̖̮͔͚͎͉̹͇̙͉̩̻̫͙͉͇̦̣̼̜̯͈͗̽̀̽̈́̾̀̿̑̅̓̈́͌̈́̋̏̿͊͒́̽̓͊̐͂͛̈́̚̕̚͘̚͜͝͠͝.̵̨̡̯̘͚̯͕̫̙̮̥̝͍͍̫͉̼͇̥̼͇͉̹̜͛̌̑̈̂̌̉̋̒̆̇̉̒̍̓̓̚.̷̢̧̡̧̢̛̛̩̩͔͈̣͙̻̻͕̼̦͇̪̳͚̘͚͖̝̙̟̣͉͉̖̰̟̠̱̜͕̭͙͖͇̓͐̃̔̄̓̓̀̽̀̆̍̓̋̾̌̒͂́̀̊͌͊̎̚̕͝͠͝.̵̨͔̙̦͔̝̣̻͕͖̬͙͇̪͙͔͐̑͒̊̏́͌͒̽̇͠͝͝.̶̢̢̛͉̳͓̥̦̱̘̰̄̆͗̂̈́̑̍̈́̑̉̉̈́̄̓̒̄̎̓͋͆͑́̾̋͌̆̈̿̌͋̕͝͝.̸̢̨̨̧̛̛͖͈̣̲̪̳̻͈̝̼͔̹͓̫̯̩͙̣͎̤͖̯̹̻͈͍͛͑̽̍̈́̿̀̈́̔̃̏͗͗̽́̇̌̾́̅́̿̾̿͗̕̚͜͝ͅ.̸̢̡̛̳̦̞̯͈̻̭̪̝̬͈͎̬̘̟̺̳͕̗͎̳̩̘̭̙̟̫͕̰̣͚̫̼̮̲̲̘̌̔̇̈̆̔̉̍̋́́͛̀̿̋̈́̀̅̓̚̕̕̕͜͝͝͝ͅ.̵̨̨̻̤̗̭̞̭̟̫̖͔̠̝̟͈͔̦̯̻̳͚͙͖̖̟̩̹͓͕̙͎̝͚̓̓̅̄̔̇͒̔͗́͛̏̍͐̊̌̓̓̄̽͛͗̒̅̀̒̌͝͝.̵̨̛̛̱͔̬̱͚̣͇̳͇̣̗͛̓́̃̏̃͒͋͒̎̃̀̀̄̑̌̀̎̏̋̓̿̑̍̈́̋̅̀̏̐̈́̒͋̚̕̚͜͠ͅͅ.̶̧̡̛͎̙̜̪͉̣͔̜̫͚͚͍̞̹̯͈̮̰͈̹̹̺̤͙̯̲̋̽̌̈̊̃̒̎̄̍̂͋͋̽͛̄́̕͜͠.̷̨̝͈̗̥͙̫͕͉̹̦̆̂͂̾̓̓̏̏͛̈͑͌͆̃̊͒̍̀̓̀̑̍͊͑̓̔̂̑̃̈́͂̌̏̕͘̚͜͜͜͝͠ͅ.̷̨̗̩̰̥̼̯̥̜͑͊͗͌́̾̓̌͆̈́̃͛͋̃̾̽̋͑̅̑̈́̔͊̓̽͒͒̓͑͋̀̎͊̕͠.̴͈̩̱͚̣̭̇͂͌̑̈́̐̒̃̈̊̈̂̉̚̚ͅ.̷̡͙̰̰̯͍̣̥̘̭̦͕̀̿͗̀͊̿̾̀̀̋̑̈́̌̎̈́̂̔̊̀́̌̈̚͘̕̚͝.̴̡̛̛̼̼͚̳̳̮͔̜͙̥̦̥̜̱̰͓̥͈̱͍͎̟̀̔͊̄̈́̒̈́̾̑͊̑̇̃͂̎̉͆͒͆̀̀͒̅̀̄̾̆̈̒̉̔͒͆͘͝͠.̸̡̢̧̧̙͉̹͈̗̥̭̥͚͉̯̣̪̺͕͓͓̤̥̪̟̞̩͎͙̏̒́͗̋̈́̌̿̒̎͛͂̍̂͗̏̿͌́͊̀̓͗̏̈̀͜͝͝͝͝͠ͅͅͅ.̶̯̯̟͍̦́̊̽͋̍̈̃́̚ͅ.̸̡̧̛̻̳̬͓͔͙͈͚̭̪̪̪͙͍̾̀͒̅̓́̿̊̓̓̿̉̑̋̒͋̀̾͌̽̇̌̓̀́͐̎͂́̆̇͒͜͠͠͝ͅ.̷̡̛̝̤̥̠̜̳̇̏͐̌́̀̀͋̇͊̽̽͌̑͆͋̀͐̿͊͊̃̄͘͝͝.̷̛̭̮͗͑͑͋̃̀̍̿͂̋̐̈́̇̕͜͠.̴̨̢̠̱̼̱̺̖̦̦̞̝͇̖̳̟͈͓̻̪̪͕̙̪̼̳̣̥̺̪͚̳̭͕̞̲̜̎̈͊̓̅̉̍ͅͅ.̴̧̡͖̩͈͔͙̙̻̼͓̻̠͔̓̈́ͅͅͅ.̶̢̛̛̲͔̞̙͐͋̐̔͒͆̇̋̂̇̾̏͒̈́͊̒̎̓̃͛́̇̾͛̅͘̚̕ͅ.̶̝͗̏͊̃̾̀̚͠.̶̠̩͎̗̰̩̥̻̮͎̬̲̲̦̙͚͙͖̰̫͓̜̓̀̂̏̎͂̽́͌̆̍̔̚ͅ.̵̨̧̱̻̻̮͍̲̙͖̜̫̼̥͈̖͉̣͙̙̅͑̀̏͛͊́̂̉̐̿̉͛̋͌́̏̓̄̃̄̾͒͘̚͠ͅ.̴̧̡̨̡̛̜̖̠̳͎̭͇̣̳͔̙̻͎͚͓͂̾̀̐́̾̽͛̆̔̔́̓̒̓̾ͅ.̸̨̨͇̳̲̤̫̝̱͍͕͖̭̳͉̖̥̣̗͎͍̖̳͈̖̬͓̦̰͚̜̄̅̀̍̑͌̇̈́̀̈́̊̈̐̆̉͑̄̎͛̍̌̑̈́͘͝ͅ.̶̛̛̭̞͍̗̘̖͓͉̗̈͒͗͗̿͐̓͌̊̇̄͊̌̈̐͛̏̓͗̑̊̃̏̉͐͛̿̂̌͘.̴̛͇̘̲̩̩̲̯̹͇̝̪̬̯̫̯̬̩̞͔͈̲̖͔͎̊̾͆͊̄̔̅̀́͘͝.̸̢̨̜̗͕̜̱̺͓̭͉̫̘̫̱͉̗̽͂̎̀͗̔̿̑̔̔͗͆͋͑̏̑̐̔̾̐͋̚̕͜͜͝͝ͅ.̸̨̡̺̮̯̹̪̬̠̺̜̳͙̮͈̖̞͔̳̥͉̠̠̩̳̫̱͓̺̳̠̈́̃̒̀̓͒̈́̌͗̀͜.̴̢̢̡̡̢̛̖͓̠͎͕͕̭̩̥̪̮̺̤͍̳̞̠͕̲̥͆̆͂̓̂̂̄̃͆͋̈́͋͗̈́̏͗̐̿͗̈́͛͑̉̊̄͒̕͜͝͝.̵̨̙̜͒̓̽̅̅̕͠.̸̢̡̲̰̫͔̳͇͈̪͇͙̙̬̝͒̄̌͗̄̐̽͌.̷̰̥͓̻̥̠̟̲̟͎̜͕̬͔̰̯̱͖̞̍̏̓̎́̒̂͑̈́̀̀̈́̽̈́̏͛̂͋͜͝͝͠ͅ.̵̡̼̆͋̾́̋͂̿̓̄̆̆̀̎͌̀͑̓̄̉͗̓̀̐̈́̈͘.̴̢̡̛̯͇̠̤͈͈͙̙͓͇̤͉͚̳̮̭̖͇͗̍̉̑̓̀̅̒͗̇͝ͅ.̸̢̧̬̮͈̙̰̘̦̱̖̦̺̫̦̹̥̥͔̗̱̍͗͐̓̒̂̀̿̊͐̍͐͒̏̅̚͝͝.̴̪͖̦̟̖̜̣̩̳̗͎̺̬̙̊̒̀͒͊́̋̇̓̃̀̓̔̍͛̓̈́͒̅̐̇̄̌̌̑͌̅͑̈́̈́͐͘͜ͅͅͅ.̴̧̢̢̡̛̛̥̺̞̹̻͕̦̟͈͈̖̈̍́̏͒̒͑̍̀̿̽̎̋̄̿̋̉̕͘͜͠ͅͅ
.̸̛̛̘͎͎̿͗̐̑͑̏͋̄̈́̈̄̅͆͋̊̌̀̃̐͒͊͂̒̌́͌͑͝͝.̴̨̡̠̟̯͇͍̹̭͔̲̬̪̽̀̈̈̿̐̑͐̆͌̀̀̆̊͊͂͐́̆̈́̒̇̅̂͗͊͋̃̓̀͘̚̚͝͝ͅ.̵̖̦̰̘̬̇͆̔͋̾͒̈́͒̅́̉̃͗͌̈̃̓͒͘͝͠.̴̧̨̨͍̲̘̮̱̦͉̭̣̯̟̪̙̯̳͕͙̺̺̬̗̯̪̬̤̮̺̰͚̥̰̐͂̿͑̋̐̿̅̃̍̾͒͑̌̎̀̏̇̏̊̓̈́̆̿̀̚͜͜͝͝͝͝.̵̢̧̛̛̬̼̩̫̹̤̗̞̟̖̲͓̯̙̪͙̪̦̩̠̟̟̿̋͌̓̋̎̅͒̇͆̀̈́́̋̇̈́̉̈́̓̑͌͗̀̈́̀̂̚͠͝.̵̨͔̖͔̰̩̤̯̳̠̜͇̥̥͖̬̮̘̺͉̹̹͖̬̘̣͓̖̬̺͓̰̱̩̻̝͙̼͠ͅ.̷̡̧̢̧̣̱̘͎̤̲̮̳̫̬͈͕͎͖̲̻̟̱̯͓̮̞̟̼̠͔͕͙̮̘̀͗̈́̿̏̉̈́͗̈́̂̓͠.̴̙͔̞̖̪̦̖̮̍̀̓̔̈́̀̌̌̇̈́͊̾͝͝ͅ.̸͇̞̤͍̭́̓̓͗̌̚.̸̛̙̍̓̑̽͂͐͆̎̃͛͂̎̔͐̄́̋̐͗̀̉͂́̚̚͝.̵̢̡̩͙̤̮͇̭̞̜̜̫̦͔̥̝̼̗̙̥̬͇͆̉̆̈́̋͌͂̉̅̈́̈́̃̂͊̊͂̽́̃̈̚.̷̡̡̨͎̣̞̖̪̞̲̤͍̤̳̄͑̄͋̑͂̂̎̀̔͛͂͊́͊͐͌́̈̅͋̔̐͐̇͑̀̊͗͘͝͝.̷̡̨̨̨̡̢̢̛̰̬̭̻̺͎̰͚̹̤̻͇̖̺͚̫̞̮͎̺͙͚͚̭̟̫̦̣̘̲̹͙͉̓͛̀͊̃͛̓̄͒̋͒͌̊͛͜͜͝͠ͅͅ.̵̡͖͙͎̣̱͍̦͈̦͎͍̗͖̠̯̯͇̠̣̲͍̉́̄̏̓͌̓̔̄̃̏̅̎̀̔̍͗̒̒̈́̓̃̃̆̏͋̏̋͒̉̊̇̆͛̿͌̚͘͜͝͝͝ͅ.̴̨̢̢̡̛̛̮̥̝͈͇͙̺͇̣͍̖͙̫̉̂͗̌̏̏̌̀͑̔͐̆̑͛̽̽́̉̿̓͋͛͐͗̑̒̄̎̚͘̕̚̕̚.̸̛͕̥̤̼̥̪̞̗͎̻͍͎̠̤̭̜͍̂̐̽̈́̐̒̒͐͊̾̊͊̾̈͑̉͗̀̾́̉̌̇͌́̈́͋̒͗̾̌̕.̸̨̧̧̡̬͕͈͎͔͓̹̖̞̰͔͖̥̜̪̮̳̒͒̿̈́̊̓̓̾̃̐͆̽͊̑̈̎͗̐̔̀̃̎̿͋̕͘͜͝͝͝.̶̧̫̹͉͚͓͎͕̪͍̍̓̑͊͋͗̎͆͊̓̌͐͋͑̎̄̓́͒͘̕̕͝͝͝͝͝ͅ.̴̛̗̹̣͉͉͈̺͓̲̺͉̪́̏̈̅̈́͛̇̆̔̆͋̀̉̄̍̚͠.̷̧̧̡̜̭͈̩̩̻̭͚̘͉͙̰̹̻͎̗̩͉͎̺͉͓̬̫̞͓̻̔̎͛͌̅̌̅̀̽͋͌̔̿͐̑͑̎̓̒̐̾̿͛̓̎̍̇̌̔̍͗͛̓̚͘͘̚̕͜͜͠ͅ.̸̨̺͓͚͈̻͇̳̫̦̬̲̝̞͎̖̬̩̂͒́̑͌̔͆̌͋̃̾̈́̑̃̉͆͊̊͋̀́̂̎͂͊͜͝͝ͅ.̵̦͉̅̕.̶̧̧̡̩̙̟̭̰̪͍̦̮̳͓̭̰̦͓̟͍̣͖̰͕̜̱̱̘͋͗̈͊͋̌̂͛́̽̊͜.̴̛̹̩͍̳͖͇͉̑̏̀̂̋̒̈́̐̏̽̌͑̾͑͑̀́͊́̑́͐͐́̀͒̈́͌̓̏̓̚͝͝͝͠.̴̡̧̪̭̙̦͇̼͚̙̖͎̫̞̜͉̼̱̺͕̗̬̬̤̫̻̮̳͕̜͕̠̟̫̜̬̜͇̼͖̘̊̅̈̔̅̅̾̈̽̋͌̇̏̈́͛̇̈́̾̀̂͊̈́̈̓̾̌̈̔̂̕̕̚̚̕͜͜͝͝͝ͅ.̷̡̧̦̘̭͙̞̩̻͉͓͙̖͎̳͓̦͇͕̱̊̎̇͋̀̄͛̀͋̈̌̕̕.̵̢̢̝̤̯̯̣̠̘̩̗̥͉̹̜͇̹̦̱̝̜͓͚̙̬̹̥̣̲̦̞̖̞̊̈͗̈͂̀͛́͘͜͜͝͝.̶̛̪̟̺̖̼̯̝̟̥̯̖̩͔͕̙̞̹̙͔͍̬͕͋̑͐͛̾͌͐̐̀̄̽́̌͗̐́̎̄̂͌͋͗̅̀͑̏̅͐͘͘͘͠͠͝.̶̦̼̣͓̈́̔̈́͂̎̓̽̽̓͋̓̆̍̌̀̋̄̅́͑͑̊̀͗͂̽̊̿́̽͒͘̚͝.̵̡̨̢̲̳̖̤̩̰̜̩̗̱̜̤̟̣̤̪͔̬̂̾͌̓̌̓̈̓̌.̷̢̯̪͖̥̹̻̓̓̀̅́́͊̌͌͋̃̓̅̽͑͋̔̾̊̇̓͋͆̄̈́̽̈́̈́͂̈̀͌̅̈́̊͋͑́͗̂̏̿̚͜͠͝.̵̢̨̛̛̝̭̠̪̮͚̲͎͕͉̮͙̱̳̻̩̖̯̩͇̳̼̖͍̯̝͕̪̍̃͌̀̑̈́͋̀̋̏́̄͌̿̽̉̃͒̾͐͗̐̉͋͒̍̑̃͜͝͝͝͝͠ͅ.̶̛̩̖̼̗̙̦̤͓̰͔̳̱̮̗̬͈̲̩̣̪̹̗̲̀́͋́̈́̾͑͋͗̔͒́͛̈̔̓̅̋͌̎͠.̸͎̗̺̎͆͝.̵̡̡̧̨̙̖̙̗̬͖̪̥̩̭̱̞̜̗̪̪̮̙̝͎̣͇̜̱̳̰̰̰̼̟͕͚̩̬̈̊̒̇͒̋́̊̓́͂͌̒͗̈́̉̂̿̐̋̾̅̿́͊͌̿̓̒̿̍̓̍͘͜͜͜͠͝.̶̧̨̢̥͈̬̫͈͕̦͕̣͉̰͖̗̞̦͈̟̣̙̯̰̻̱̮̮͕̝̩̠͚̘̠͉͕̘̩̤͖̗͓͑̇̅̂̑̄̏͐̓̉͌̎͐̋͛̌͐̀͛̓͌̇̂̾̂̒́̆̀́͊͒̕̕̕͝ͅ.̷̢̛̛̬̹̱̱͉̻̬̺͓͉̗͉̘̳̠͉̠͚͖̟̭̱̟̭̤͍̥̹̻̭̪̟͓͍̜̱̟̓͌̎̒̇̈́̒̑͒͋̀͒̈́͌̾̄̅͒̐͆̓͂̽̓̓̀̒̿̀̆̽̅̄͒͒̀̽͘͜͜͝͠ͅ.̷̧̨̡̨̺̻̞̭͙̤̠̳̪͔̹̲͕̯͍͇̬̠̘̤̤̂̌́̆̎̒͋̄̽̿́̑͋͜͜͝.̸̨̨̡̨̢̡̧̛̱͚̦̗͇̬̦̗̻̲͚͕͉̜̲̼̪̞̀́̓̒̀͗͂̄̾͆͂͑͛̓̊̍̂̒͂̀̐̄̚͝.̷̱̖̜͉̦̯̥̮́̾̽̀̀̏̕͝͠.̸̧̢̢̖͔͈̘̰̩̫͇͖̫͚͉͕̭̩͖̮̬̺̟̼̯̭͙̳͓̟̟͕̲̤̲̝̩͎̗̯̍̄͂̍͌̉̒̅͑̕̚ͅ.̸̢̧̦̪͚̲̘̪͓̭̭̮̱̼̺̭̔̃̄̈́̏̐̄̃͌͒̊̈́̌̐́̇̓̏͊̓̉̏̏̋̑̒̉̈́́̕̚̚͘͘͜͠͝͝.̷̢̨̡̧̧̡̢̨̡̛̛̹̖͎͉͍̫̘̲̩̯̝̼̣̫̙̻͓̮̯͖̺͇̹̲͕̦̮̬̎̓̅̃̍̍̉͑̽̓̀͗̐̍̓̏̏̈̔̏̾̈͐̋͒͊͛͛̚̕̚͘ͅͅ.̶̨̢̨̡̨̱̟̮͎̟̭̗̣̪̗͙̤̬͇̳̺̠̪̤͕͍̖͙̻̻̤̟̠̳̙̯̺̹͙͍͖̰̝̖̈̽͆̑̋͛̒ͅͅ.̷̛̛̛̘̯̲̹̙͇̲̺͍̤̪͉̰͚̠̟̟̙̻̯̬̳͋̐̍̋͑̌͒́̋̆͆̃̓̓̋̉̈́̒̐̍͗̚̕̕̚͜͜͝͠.̸̡̨̱̤͓͕̙̘̺̹̘̠͕̩̘̟̪̞͙̦̭̫͇̖̿͑̓̑̾̄̄̒̐͋̂̀̈́͐͗͑͗̽̅̏̋͛̐͂͋̃̄̇̑̅̽̏́̎̉̈́͜͜͝͠͝͠.̸̧̡̛͔̭͙̭͎̲̪͚̲̰͛͐̋̈́͐́͆͆̆̍̎̏̓͛̿͛̑̃̎͛͗͂͑̂͊̚͠͠͝͝͠ͅ

And... voicemail. Ah well, should've known a guy like him would be real busy.

[YOU MAY NOW LEAVE A MESSAGE.]

"Apologizes for the noise. Hot mic. This is Agent Columbo, the Abyss team manager gave me your number. I'd love to pick your brain about the Seven Seals Project, but I'm afraid this is more of a distress call than a social one. Whole facility's caught up in one of those Killing Games, staged by our 'Black Scribe' friend. The last seal's in jeopardy, and we're running out of time, sir. Much as I'd like to say we've got the situation under control... well, we'll call this a request for backup. Or at least a warning, if it gets that dire."

Anybody else got something to add?

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...No. I'm not going to leave a message. I've been thinking about it and... I'm tired of this run-around. I'm not just gonna leave some message to be replied to with a pre-scripted answer that you've thought about to avoid hurting my feelings or to avoid telling me the truth about... whatever the hell is going on.



We need to talk, dad. Call me back. I want the truth. About everything. Straight from your mouth. I love you, but... I'm so tired of this.



...Wait, that totally was a message, wasn't it?