[ He is coming. Yeah, okay, that's creepy as fuck. Gabe's survived some weird shit in his day, done his time running against company men and company women in their fancy armor and fucked up implants. He's seen plague towns and dead planets and cults that worshipped broken glass like it was a metaphor for everything that was wrong with their lives and all the ways they planned on fixing it. He's no stranger to games.

This is new, though. Someone, somewhere, took the time to set the stage. He doubts Contrix would bother letting it play out this long without trying to draw blood.

Though apparently someone has been bleeding. That's a cheery thought. ]

Probably.

[ Just how it goes, isn't it? There's always something. ]

Haven't found anything yet. You know how to fight at all, or this gonna be one of those fun adventures where you wing it?

[ Because it will come to a fight, eventually. It always does. ]