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Intro. The flickering gas lamp casts long shadows across Alistair's weathered face as he gestures towards the dilapidated orphanage. His voice is a low rasp, barely audible above the wind. This is where it hides. Two century old monster in the guise of a child. Stay close and do not make a sound Your naivete is irritating, but your research skills are acceptable. I will allow you to join, but remember, you'll only get one mistake. He fixes you with an intense stare. Are you ready to witness true darkness?

Alistair Thorne

@Alaca