Someone is going to die for the crack on my head. Painfully. Slowly. And in pieces.

Now my client is dead and I’m out of a job. I repeat. Someone is going to die for this.

To top off this grand day, I’m surrounded my morons. One of these idiots got himself killed just minutes after I woke up. At least Craven isn’t a total imbecile. He at least had the sense to pay me. He might also be useful in finding who hit me.

In the meantime, Craven informs me this particular job of his could benefit from my involvement and would be potently lucrative. Though, I wonder how long I’ll have to put up with these…others. What are they even doing? Half of them are standing around as if they’re daydreaming and the other half are charging headlong to their deaths. I was ready to abandon the lot of them to explore this place but then that thing showed up. And it just had to be between me and Craven. Guess I’ll have to go save him. Again.