— CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN —

  To the Brink

  -Fritz-

  We could see it from the window - the Fringe guards led the musicians into the back yard and lined them up across the edge of the grass. Their hands were bound behind their backs, several shaking in terror. Leading the Fringe guards was a woman with wild dark hair and no guild - Promenade.

  I couldn't even pretend to be hopeful; they were not releasing those prisoners.

  Percy ran for the door. "Lu, gun me!"

  Lucy didn't hesitate. She used her belt pouch to unequip her revolver and tossed it to him. He caught it and disappeared, then she ran out the door after him.

  I glanced between the backyard, the door swinging behind the kids, then at Gary's pale face. "Shingen, Leo - stay with Gary." Then I ran after Percy and Lucy.

  Out in the yard, the Fringe forced the musicians to their knees. Percy burst out onto the balcony and unloaded the pistol in the general direction of the Fringe.

  One guard crumpled, and the rest scattered like roaches, momentarily stunned. Percy chucked the gun back to Lucy before vaulting over the railing, his sword drawn and ready as he hit the ground.

  "Blink!" He teleported directly into the fray and started chopping off limbs before they could respond. And by the time they had regained their composure, Lucy had them in her sights. Precision headshots dropped them one after another.

  The kids' ambush disabled nearly all of the Fringe guards - the only one still standing was Promenade, who hurled a fireball at Percy with a snarl. But he was ready, pulling his anti-magic dagger from his belt and slashing it out of the air. The spell fizzled and dissipated into loose threads of raw mana.

  Percy closed the distance in a heartbeat, quickly lopping her hands off and preventing her from casting any further spells. He then bashed the pommel of his sword into her forehead, dazing her and knocking her into the grass.

  Lucy leapt down into the side yard, waving frantically. "This way! Hurry!"

  The musicians, somewhere between shocked and terrified, started to take notice of Lucy, blinking in disbelief. Percy, eyes trained on the back door for any signs of Fringe reinforcements, helped the one on the end of the line - a girl with vividly multicolored highlights in her hair - to her feet before ushering the prisoners toward Lucy. "Move, before they send backup! Come on!"

  They quickly got the freed captives up and running. I dashed back to the office where Gary, Leo, and Shingen were all staring at the scene in the backyard.

  "We're moving, now!" I barked, leading the way downstairs to the front door. The four of us merged into the fleeing crowd as we crossed the front lawn. Percy and Lucy darted ahead of the group, alternating point position while checking the streets for any threats.

  After hustling south for several blocks, the mansions gradually gave way to the fringes of the downtown district. Spotting a tavern, I steered our ragtag band inside. Everyone collapsed into chairs, gasping relieved breaths as we took a moment to collect ourselves.

  Percy made the rounds, using his knife to slice through the ropes binding the musicians' hands. I grabbed some chairs and barricaded the door, while Lucy did a quick headcount.

  "Is this everyone?" she asked. "Weren't... Stottlemeyer and Dubois with you?"

  One of the musicians, a guy in a black punk-style outfit, shook his head. "They stayed back in the Capital last night. S'posed to take the train this morning." He opened his menu and skimmed his messages. "Ah, yeah... looks like they didn't catch the train." He started to type a reply.

  Another musician in a sweatshirt and beanie piped up, her brow furrowed with confusion and fear. "Hold up, what the hell is going on? Who were those psychos, and why'd they want us?"

  "They're with the Fringe Consortium. They're..." I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "You probably didn't have a chance to see the newspaper, did you? We're on the verge of a war breaking out right here in the city - Guard vs. Fringe. As for why they targeted you specifically..." I trailed off with a shrug.

  Percy, who had taken up a position by the windows and was watching the street, said, "Sounded like the Fringe don't know, either - they're not well organized."

  I asked, "But I thought they were talking about releasing them - why did they... drag them out back there?"

  Lucy glanced up from her interface. "I just got word from the Capital - Fighting has broken out somewhere in the city. Extent unknown. My guess is the Fringe decided they couldn't afford to let the musicians walk away anymore. Best to cover it up and claim ignorance."

  The girl with the colorful hair spoke up, her voice wavering slightly. "So... what do we do now?"

  I rubbed the back of my neck. "Well, we could all rent rooms here, hunker down 'til things blow over."

  "Are you out of your mind?!" Gary vehemently shook his head. "They already tried to off us once! Do You honestly think they will simply let us stay here?!"

  I said, "Inn rooms are player-owned housing - they're completely impenetrable. As long as we stay locked inside-"

  "They'll wait outside!" he shouted, face reddening. "These thing are on a timer - we'll have to renew the rental eventually! They're going to track us down and slaughter us like pigs! What we need to do is get out of this godforsaken city!"

  "Alright, Gary, calm it down." I held up my hands. "No need to panic everyone."

  "He's right, though." Percy said. "We need to get out before the city really explodes."

  Lucy surveyed our group. "We've got quite the crowd here. It may be easier to slip out in smaller groups."

  I quickly counted heads - eight musicians plus Gary, and the five of us escorts.

  Leo suggested, "Why don't we each take two, with one person escorting one? Should be manageable."

  "Good plan," I said, "but Percy's messages don't work. You shouldn't be going solo. Why don't you pair up with someone and take three?"

  Percy shrugged. "Fine by me. Lu?"

  Lucy nodded. "Works for me."

  I clapped my hands together and faced the clustered musicians. "Alright, folks, how are we splitting y'all up?"

  The colorfully haired girl - Ezra - sidled up to Percy with a nervous smile. "Excuse me, Mr. Percival? Could I be in your group, please?"

  "Sure." he said.

  Gary strutted over to join them, waving a hand. "Me as well! I was most impressed with how you handled those brigands back there, I would be ever so grateful to have that gumption behind me. Or rather, in front of me. Rest assured, I will reward you most handsomely!"

  Percy nodded, seemingly unfazed by Gary's pomposity. He glanced around at the remaining musicians. "So who's our third?"

  One of the punks nudged a scrawny, baby-faced boy forward. He couldn't have been older than fourteen or fifteen. "Feb, that's you, little dude."

  Feb stumbled, eyes wide as saucers, looking shell-shocked by the whole situation. Ezra gently took him by the shoulders and guided him over to Percy and Gary's little group.

  I surveyed the remaining players, already seeing how the chips were falling. Two punks from the hardcore band Bzeech, two mellow hippie types - Ernie and Finkelstein, and the slightly hipster alt-rockers of clorinE. It split them up nice and neat by band. Shingen took Bzeech, Leo went with clorinE, and I was left with Ern and Fink, and they were just my speed.

  The four groups staggered when we left the bar with Percy and Lucy going out first. As they were getting ready, I addressed the room one last time. "Remember, our wagon is parked out in the forest. We need to cross the city and regroup out there. Good luck, and watch your backs!"

  {Lucy}

  I stood back with Ezra, Gary, and Feb, my pistol at the ready as Percy jogged ahead, checking intersections and waving us forward. The city streets felt eerily quiet, like a front of calm in the shadow of a hurricane.

  I once again checked my messages as we ran, looking for an update from Jefferson. He had taken over as our contact now that Poe was busy managing the crisis. One popped up, but all it said was 'Situation escalating. Get out.'

  I responded, 'We're moving, be out of the city in 15 min, I'll call if there's trouble.'

  A shout from up ahead snapped my attention back to the street. A Fringe fighter had emerged from an alley, the faint green glint of Trace visible in his eye. "Over here!" he bellowed, reaching for his belt.

  But Percy was already in motion. He sent out an ice spell, coating the ground in a slippery sheen, then Blinked forward. As he reformed, he dropped into a slide across the ice and rammed into the Fringe fighter's friends as a trio of them poured out of an alley. All three of them toppled like bowling pins and landed in a heap.

  Percy popped back up to his feet on the other side, his sword a blur as he went to town on their legs. I quickly herded Ezra, Gary, and Feb closer to the buildings, my pistol trained on the melee, but it was clear Percy had it handled. Within moments, he was picking up the now armless and legless Fringe bodies and propping them up against the wall. I moved to join him while Ezra, Gary, and Feb kept a wide berth.

  Each of the three were from different guilds - Bad Charlotte, Called by Blood, and the one with Trace active was from Empousa.

  Percy crouched down to look the Empousa fighter in the eye. "You're tracking us, right? Why? Who gave you the order?"

  The fighter laughed bitterly. "What's it to you, boy scout? You think you know jack about how we operate? Greg from accounting told us to find you!"

  "Fine." Percy said. "Let's try something simpler then. What's happening out there? How'd the fighting start? Who fired the first shot?"

  "What, you think I was there?" The fighter spat back. "Or are we just interchangeable cogs to you?! I'm Fringe, so I must know what all the other rabble are up to at any given moment! There's a whole mess of guilds out there, punk! A lot of people want a chance to take you self-righteous play police down a peg!"

  I said, "This is going nowhere; let's go."

  "Agreed." he stood.

  We turned and left the Fringe goons propped up against the building. Percy took the lead again as we hurried onward.

  I pulled up my messages and sent a quick update to the other escort groups: 'We encountered Fringe hunters. All ok. They're using Trace to track us. Watch out and keep moving.'

  We continued southeast across the city, both away from the downtown and toward the forest. Sunset was approaching, and the overcast sky darkened. It grew increasingly quieter as we entered the residential districts. It was a smooth run; we were almost to the forest.

  That's when everything... shifted. Suddenly, the world felt thick and heavy - like walking into a pool, the weight of the air resisted me. Colors bled away, leaving the houses and yards in muted grays. The muggy air pressed in, turning each breath into a labored gasp. Even the pebbles kicking up around our feet drifted slowly back to the ground. It was a debuff - it had to be, but nothing popped up on my HUD.

  Percy barely paused, waving us onward. "Ready for combat, but don't stop!"

  We pressed on around the next corner, but the path was not clear. In the middle of the street ahead stood a lone figure. He wasn't large or particularly threatening. In fact, he looked quite frail. He was an elderly man with thinning, snow-white hair hunched forward and supporting himself on a cane. The long black robes and cross pendant gave him the look of a priest. I may have written him off as the local preacher if it weren't for the Fringe hunter with Trace standing behind his shoulder.

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  Malleus Maleficarum, as the nameplate read, spread his arms to greet us. "And here they are! And- you!" He thrust a bony finger at us - no, at Percy at our head. He took several excited steps forward - far more spry than the cane would suggest. "Maxwell, isn't it? Hah! Fascinating that it happens to be you!"

  Percy reached for his belt and got ready to draw his sword.

  "Who are you? And how do you know my name?"

  Malleus simply gave a friendly smile. "I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to say, but I expect great things from you! Now, do you intend to stand in my way here?"

  Percy's eyes narrowed. "Depends. What are you trying to do?"

  "Well, you took something of mine, and I'm going to need them back." Malleus gestured to Ezra, Gary, and Feb huddled behind us.

  Percy drew his sword. "Then I'm going to be standing in your way, yeah."

  "That's a shame! Very much a shame. I have no wish to hurt you, but if a dog must be whipped, then I shall be the flail. Have at thee, Young Colt!" From his robes, Malleus produced a black cloth which he unfolded and put on. It was the hood, brimmed hat, and a long, curved beak mask of a plague doctor. He straightened up, twirling his cane to hold it like a rapier, his other arm folded behind his back. The Fringe hunter remained a ways back, standing at attention with arms clasped.

  Percy took a wide stance, gripping the blade of his sword with his left hand and glanced back at me. I was just as unsure of the situation as he was, but we needed to get through him. It was only one old man - I'd seen Percy take down far worse.

  I aimed my pistol at the doctor and stepped to the side, forcing him to split his attention between the two of us. Percy edged closer to the man, both of them hovering just out of each other's reach, staring each other down.

  Then Percy exploded into motion, rushing at Malleus and swinging low under his guard. But fast as a whip, Malleus spun the cane to a backhanded grip and deflected the blow, lithely stepping back.

  He then responded by swinging his arm out from behind his back and making a rapid series of gestures and waves. Spells erupted with wild abandon - fire and earth and lightning and arcane. I could name all of Percy's usual suspects by sight, but I had no idea what Malleus was throwing out.

  Percy danced between them, his sword darting out to probe at Malleus' defenses. But the old man easily stepped out of the way of each jab. Percy started to shout the names of his own spells to lay out his own field effects, but the auditory casting method he usually used had a downside - Malleus knew what was coming and planned around it. Even when Percy managed to slip one through, Malleus simply swatted it aside with his cane, fizzling it with the same magic-neutralizing trait as Percy's knife.

  However, he was entirely occupied with Percy. I waited for Percy to rotate out of the way, then shot at Malleus' head. The bullet crawled out of the barrel - I could see it traveling through the thickened air. It was so slow that Malleus had the time to backstep out of the way.

  So I instead fired three more bullets in a spread to pin him in place. To that, Malleus waved an arm in my direction. A solid wall of translucent purple arcane condensed in front of my volley, and the bullet shattered uselessly against it.

  Stuffing the pistol in my belt, I swapped to my bow. Nocking an arrow, I muttered the words to activate Crippling Volley and loosed the shot high into the air. The arrow split into a hail of flechettes that rained down on Malleus' position, the ground erupting into a crackling field where they struck, giving everything in the area a crippled debuff. Let's see him dodge that!

  He immediately cast Blink, teleporting out of the AoE and appearing behind Percy.

  Malleus pressed his advantage, battering at Percy with a flurry of cane strikes as he struggled to turn through the slowing field. Percy barely managed to deflect each blow. He gave ground with every exchange, backpedaling to keep from being overwhelmed.

  This was taking too long. We did not have time to spend on a protracted battle; our mission was to get the clients to safety. I turned to Ezra, Gary, and Feb where they huddled by the corner of the building. Yanking out my pistol, I fired my last round at Malleus - to no effect, of course - then tossed the gun to Ezra.

  The rainbow-haired girl yelped and juggled the weapon before clutching it to her chest like a life preserver. "What am I supposed to do with this?!" she squeaked, eyes wide.

  "Go, while he's distracted!" I jabbed a finger at the Fringe hunter down the road, who was watching the duel with interest.

  "I can't!" Ezra thrust the pistol at Feb, who took it in stunned silence before offering it to Gary.

  Gary accepted the gun, jaw set with determination as he looked at the distracted hunter. "For tomorrow's music! Stay close!"

  Ezra and Feb fell in behind him as he took off at a run, giving the battling figures a wide berth. Malleus whirled at the movement, slashing the air with his free hand to send a pair of sizzling blue orbs streaking after them.

  Percy materialized in their path. In one fluid motion, he drew his magic-neutralizing dagger and sliced it through the crackling projectiles, banishing them in untangling knots of stray mana.

  As the fleeing trio reached the Fringe lookout, the man finally took notice and made a grab for his belt. Gary skidded to a halt, planted his feet, and opened fire. Five shots rang out in rapid succession. Gary, unfortunately, was a terrible shot. The hunter jerked and staggered, but remained upright, murder in his eyes.

  Gary didn't pause. Dropping his shoulder, he barreled forward and plowed into the man in a flying tackle, bearing him to the ground in a tangle of limbs.

  "Lu!" Percy shouted. I turned just in time to snatch his sword out of the air as he tossed it to me. "Pile on!"

  Without a thought, I raised the blade and charged at Malleus. He ran interference, dashing ahead of me with the enchanted dagger outstretched. As he slashed it through the air, ribbons of color bloomed in its wake, the world snapping back into focus. I gulped a breath, the invisible weight lifting from my lungs.

  The slowing field - it had to be some kind of spell, and Malleus was the source. But Percy's blade was carving through it, giving me a path straight to our foe.

  I put on a burst of speed, rapidly closing the gap. Malleus only stared as I lunged at him over Percy's shoulder. The point bit deep into his jaw and he reeled back with a strangled cry.

  "Now!" Percy yelled. "Come on!" He waved the dagger behind him, urging me onward as he took off after our fleeing clients.

  I didn't need to be told twice. We zigzagged through the streets, Percy's blade shredding the oppressive field into tattered remnants that sloughed away like cobwebs. By the time we caught up to Ezra, Gary, and Feb, the debilitating heaviness had faded entirely.

  But that was hardly reassuring - who knows how many more goons they had on our tail. We pelted through the forest until we burst clear out the other side, once again in the open plains.

  I allowed myself a moment to catch my breath, scanning our surroundings. Surely Trace couldn't reach that far. After a tense wait, the other groups emerged from the tree line to join us - Fritz, Leo, Shingen, the musicians - all accounted for. Some close calls and wounds, but we all made it though.

  With everyone present, we retrieved our wagon. The musicians piled into the back, cheering and whooping with residual adrenaline and relief. It was a little crowded back there, so I took a seat on the front bench next to Fritz as he flicked the reins and set us rolling back toward the Capital.

  Behind us, Gary was weeping as he handed my pistol back, babbling through his tears. "Thank you! I was certain they were going to kill me! Thank you!" He swiveled to address Percy, who had huddled in a corner behind the driver's bench. "And you!"

  Gary seized Percy's hand in both of his own, pumping it up and down. "Marvelous work, simply marvelous! The way you held off that mad man - utterly inspiring! Would you perhaps be interested in a position as my personal bodyguard?" Gary wave back toward Faustenburg dismissively. "Without all that... business pinning me down, I fancy seeing the world! But one never knows what sort of unsavory types might be stalking the roads. Think of it! Traveling in luxury, sampling the finest delicacies from every corner of the realm!"

  With an uncomfortable grimace, Percy extricated his hand from Gary's enthusiastic grip. "Sorry, I only sign onto things on a job-by-job basis; no long-term commitments."

  Gary took the rejection in stride, waving a hand magnanimously. "Of course, of course! Well, I shall certainly keep you in mind next time I need a job done right. Ah, but I mustn't forget - your payment, as promised!" He spawned his ivory box holding the Oxhide Greatcloak and offered it to Percy.

  He accepted it with a nod and faint smirk. "Pleasure doing business with you."

  "And don't think for a moment that I've forgotten the rest of you!" Gary said. He opened trade windows with Fritz, Percy, Leo, Shingen, and myself and paid us. A couple thousand marks each. I sat there, stunned. I didn't even know how to spend that kind of money. Save it and see what fate brought me, I supposed.

  Looking at Fritz, Percy asked, "You want yours held in trust?"

  Fritz scoffed, puffing out his chest. "Oh, come on! I am perfectly capable of handling my own finances!" A beat passed as he focused on driving. "... Could you hold onto half?"

  Leo stretched across the wagon’s bed, leaning back and lacing his fingers behind his head. "You're welcome every day of the week, Gary!"

  "What about you, Shingen?" Fritz asked. "Got any plans?"

  "I'm retiring to Florin. And don't any of you dare come and visit."

  ---

  The night was deep and alive when we finally rolled into Celestia Grand. South Boulevard pulsed with festival energy, its length illuminated by twinkling lights all the way to Syzygy Square. There, the concert venue shined against the starlit sky.

  Just as we passed through the barbican gates, Jefferson flagged us down, accompanied by Poe and the members of the performing bands who hadn't been in Faustenberg. While the reunited musicians celebrated, Poe gestured for Percy, Fritz and I to step aside with him.

  "Excellent work, you three." Poe said, watching them with a relieved smile. "It's good to see something good come out of today." He handed each of us a pouch containing 100 marks - which seemed a little piddling now, but I reminded myself not to become an ingrate.

  "It was our pleasure." I replied.

  "So what exactly happened back there?" Fritz asked.

  Poe's smile faded. "We still have no idea. Conflicting reports are coming in from all over. It's... reality is a muddled thing. For now, the Fringe have fled and the city has been placed under World Guard security's control. But tomorrow is something we don't have to face until morning." Clapping Percy on the shoulder, he nodded toward the revelry. "Enjoy the party - you've earned it. Goodnight." With that, he took his leave with Jefferson.

  "You guys!" Ezra's voice rang out a moment before she came flying out of nowhere to tackle all three of us in an hug. Releasing us, she squealed excitedly. "You even got us back in time for the concert!"

  "You're still going to perform?" I asked. "After everything you went through?"

  "I sure am! Singing is how I get my stress out!" She bounced on the balls of her feet, rainbow hair flying. "Ooh, do you have any requests? I'll pull out all the stops for you guys!"

  "Do you know any Muse?" Fritz asked.

  "Do I?!" Ezra exclaimed, eyes alight. "How do you feel about Undisclosed Desires? That's one of my favorites!"

  "I love everything on The Resistance!" Fritz said.

  Tilting my head, I asked, "Even Eurasia? While I appreciate the piano segments, it's a little dull, comparatively, isn't it? And thematically it feels like a less spirited, more pessimistic variation of Uprising."

  Fritz shook his head. "It's not the highlight, but it's a necessary part of the experience! You have to look at the album as a complete piece - something with a start, middle, and end. It's a quieter interlude after the hard-hitting opening. And the way it transitions into Guiding Light is *mwah*."

  Percy looked at me with a baffled expression. "Am I the only one here who's not into Muse?"

  "Yes!" Fritz, Ezra and I said simultaneously.

  With a shrug, Percy said, "Alright; maybe I'll give them another chance."

  Ezra's face fell slightly. "Oh, but it'll have to be an acoustic cover - I don't have anyone to do the backing instrumentals."

  At that moment, the punk rockers from Bzeech, who had been milling nearby stepped forward. The bassist spoke up. "Did someone say they needed a band?"

  The spiky-haired drummer chimed in, "We're game, but you gotta do Resistance too!"

  The lead guitarist, a stout man with an impressive beard, nodded. "That was the song my wife and I danced to at our wedding."

  "Yes!" Ezra screamed, pointing dramatically at Percy, Fritz, and me. "Bzeech and Ezra - we're going to make this the crossover of the millennium!"

  "Then let's get set up!"

  As the musicians turned to leave, Fritz slapped his forehead. "Oh no! We still don't have costumes!"

  "Hey, wait one sec!" Percy waved, running after the group of musicians. "Could we ask you one more favor?"

  And so, the three of us attended the midnight concert in Syzygy Square, though we did hang back near some park benches. Even Fritz was too tired to join the mosh pit.

  Percy had borrowed some clothes from Bzeech, accenting his patchy, burned skin with studded leather and ripped denim.

  Fritz, on the other hand, had taken a quick stop at the barber to recustomize his hair, growing it out a few feet longer and adding a bushy mustache. Combined with the eye-watering tie-dye he'd borrowed from Ernie and Finkelstein, he looked like he'd stepped straight out of a hippie commune.

  As for me, I'd had my pick from Ezra's wardrobe. I'd selected a lab coat, goggles, and a cute dress from some theme show she'd done.

  Psychedelic lights danced over the crowd as the final notes of Bzeech's set reverberated through the autumn night. Just a moment of quiet to let everyone's ears ring before the crowd erupted into raucous cheers as Ezra took the stage, her shock of colorful hair the only recognizable feature in her Bzeech-inspired getup. She grabbed the mic, her voice breathless with excitement.

  "Sorry for crashing the set, but we ran into some trouble earlier, and I'll be honest - I don't think we would've made it here tonight without the help of some dear friends. So this one goes out to you guys!" She pointed out into the crowd. "This one's for Percival!"

  I'd never seen Ezra perform before, but I'd read Courtney's reviews in the paper, and she had been spot-on. Raw emotion poured out of her as she sang, like she was bleeding her heart onto the stage. It was... I wish I could... express myself like that. To scream what's inside. To transmute everything I didn't have a word for into something beautiful and cathartic. To be, for once, unflinchingly honest.

  By the end of the songs, her face was streaked with tears, glistening under the stage lights. And she hadn't even done her own set yet.

  "Do you think I could pull off something with my hair like that?" I asked. "You know, not as extreme, but..."

  Fritz, his mass of hair swaying back and forth as he bobbed his head, said, "If you want to try a different color, go for it! What can you lose? Worst case scenario, you recustomize it back!"

  "Well... we'll see." I cleared my throat. "So, what are we doing next?"

  Fritz asked, "First, we gonna sell that cloak again?"

  Percy shook his head. "Nah, I think it's a sign - it's found its way back home. ... I think I'll use it as a rug."

  "Any ideas on where to go?" Fritz asked. "We definitely don't have to report to Eagle anymore."

  Percy said, "We all have to unlock some classes. ... And I have to start learning hand-sign casting. After that... I think figuring out where the Fringe got those flying mounts would be a good project."

  "Do we have any leads to start with?" Fritz asked.

  "We can check the library tomorrow." Percy said.

  He went quiet after that, staring off in thought for most of the performance. My guess was he was puzzling over how Malleus Maleficarum had known his name. It was a strange encounter. However, I didn't have any ideas to offer, so I stayed quiet, letting the music wash over me.

  ---

  Next Time:

  While the Guard and Fringe are at each other's throats, the game world continues to move around them, and it's up to the volunteer adventurers of the Protectorate to find out what's happening behind the facade of the game's story! With nothing on his plate and enough money to pursue his passions, Leo is ready to answer the call!

  Episode 11 - The Darkness Below