Note: The following is a list of documents recovered by MTF Epsilon-2 from their expedition into XXXX.

Data Acquisitions:

Apologies for the email at this time of night, but I have something urgent I’d like to discuss with you all. Unfortunately, I don’t think any email would properly convey just how important the topic at hand is. I’ve gone ahead and cleared all of your schedules for tomorrow afternoon, so I’d like for you all to meet me in my office at 2:17 pm. If any of you are unable to make it, please let me know and we can reschedule. However, I highly advise making time for this meeting. The future of our town will be decided after you speak with a new associate of mine.

Data Source: An outgoing email from Mayor Haverson to the Town Council of Fairwell.

Data Source: Audio transcript of a meeting between Mayor Haverson, the Town Council, and a unidentified individual. Recording was retrieved from a hidden tape recorder in a bookshelf within Mayor Haverson's office.



Delroy: What’s this about, Bill? And who’s…this?

Haverson: Well this is-



Unknown: [Audio Distorted], delighted to make your acquaintance.

Barnett: Interesting name. Bill, what’s he got to do with deciding the town’s future?

Haverson: You’re all going to think I’m insane but he can perform certain…rituals. Magicks, I mean.

Neuman: Yea, that’s pretty much what I’m thinking.

Gresham: Is this some sort of joke, Haverson? You better not have cancelled my one o’clock to show us some…magic tricks!

Haverson: Told you they wouldn’t believe me.

Unknown: That’s fine, I didn’t expect them to. I’ll just have to show them what I showed you.

[There is the sound of someone snapping their fingers then uninterrupted silence for approximately 17 seconds. Suddenly, various voices could be heard again. Many are coughing and cursing, the sound of a window being opened could also be heard.]

Barnett: What the fuck was that?! Where the fuck was that?!

Unknown: Oh, just the summit of Everest. It’s awfully nice this time of year, don’t you think?

Gresham: Crazy bastard! What the fuck are you?!

Unknown: Well that’s awfully rude. I’m just a practitioner of some more…irregular…magicks. I came here because I heard a certain town was on the verge of collapse.

[The coughing subsides and people begin to retake their seats.]

Neuman: Real fucking magic, I can’t believe it. Real goddamn magic!

Delroy: Where’d you come from? And why the hell would someone with your kinda power even bother with a backwater town like ours?

Haverson: Delroy! I’ll have-

Barnett: Save it, Bill. He’s right, there’s no good reason for someone like Mr. [Audio Distorted] to be helping a town like ours.

Unknown: So many questions. Well, where I came from isn't so important and I don't think you'd recognize it even if I told you.

[Somebody rises from their seat.]

Unknown: As for my reasoning, I guess it’s…boredom. Your town seemed interesting and it really isn’t too much of a bother on my end, so I thought I’d offer my services.

Haverson: Mr. [Audio Distorted] has made me an offer that I plan to take. He wants only one thing from every resident of Fairwell and in exchange the town will be around forever. We’re talking about genuine immortality, John.

Unknown: Yes, yes. One thing of my choosing and you and your town will go on forever, so to speak.

Barnett: Well, what is this “one thing?”

Unknown: Does it really matter? I’m offering you all something grand here, people. I suggest taking me up on the offer. I won't be sticking around here for too much longer…

Barnett: You won’t even tell us what it is?! That’s just crazy!

Delroy: Barnett, this might be a good opportunity. I wasn’t going to tell you all until later this month….but I was considering moving out of Fairwell. The town’s falling apart, you've all seen it.

Barnett: What? You can’t be serious! We can't trust this guy!

Haverson: Only one thing from every person, John. That’s a small price to pay for securing the future of our town.

Unknown: Don’t worry, Mr. Barnett. When my work is done the town will be in a better place, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

[The recording abruptly stops at this point.]