Grimble. An eclectic looking being.
The Key is inert.
Mark Ozark. He seems confused.
Mike "the Hawk" Murphy. His face is like stone.
When you make your way down the hall, you reach a door that opens onto an old food court. The place is as decrepit as anywhere else in this place, but wide windows on the wall and ceiling fill it with gray, cloudy daylight. An eclectic looking figure stands in the middle, catching her breath. You realize now why her body seemed so oddly-shaped when she barreled into you.
Murphy points his bayonet at her. “Alright, start talkin.”
You ask the being who she is.
“I’m Grimble, I’m a Grim Reaper. Before you ask, no I’m not here to kill you, a Grim Reaper is just a type of Fairy. Listen though, I need your help.”
Murphy responds with characteristic coldness. “I won’t pretend I know what the hell that means. I just want to know what’s going on.”
Grimble recovers from her run. She stands up and looks you all in the eye. “I’m sorry, I had to get you here like this because otherwise the Machine would see us here. The truth is, she wants to Twist you so you can become part of her. All she really wants though is him.” She points to Mark.
“What? Why me?” replies Mark fearfully.
“I hate to tell you this kid, mostly cause it’s a pain to try explaining fast, but basically, you’ve been infected by a dormant Machine.”
Mark asks the question frantically. Grimble continues, “It means that you need to Twist or you’ll die from the Machine magnetism. I know that’s a lot to deal with, but listen, I want to help you. I’ve been stuck in here for god knows how long, making Loneliness for this Machine so that she can get more Distance, but she’s broken. She won’t tell you this, but she’s dying. I need to leave, so if you take me with you, I’ll help you.”
