> The Darkener's Console

A seedy-looking individual with a large bag just wandered through the room.

Riptide —

I’m being pulled in by the
Riptide
If I want to live, I have to die

Riptide

Pull….
Pull me in….
I’m ready
Ready Freddie, ready Freddie


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