Raphael Morovo was an odd fellow. He had almost everything anyone could want in life. He was very wealthy, a result of an eventful life as what could be described as a professional adventurer. His main source of income was his fortuitous discovery, and subsequent negotiation of rights, to a vast oil field in eastern Forstat.
This monumental find enabled him to live in the opulent estate he now inhabits. Of course, for all of his accomplishments Raphael is not without his demons. He is haunted by nonspecific and all-consuming guilt. Seemingly sourceless, he would be seized by bouts of crippling depression and suicidal thoughts. Any prolonged consideration of the reason behind these episodes was met with powerful migraines and occasional blackouts.
The pain is especially pronounced when he spends too much idle time thinking about the Pylon.
But all of his worries seem secondary to his current situation. Alone in his sprawling estate, night has fallen and the rain has begun again. He knows that this time the rain won't stop. He awakes in his guest bedroom, where he always sleeps, and notices the bathroom has been boarded up.
There is a door in the floor.
A dresser on the ceiling.
A tape recorder under the bed.
Rust and decay.
And the pit.
The red symbol is so familiar to him.
Terrifying and comforting.
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