To Whom It May Concern,

I’ve been following your reports closely. The disappearances, the unexplained resurrections, the storm. You’ve only scratched the surface. There are others—watchers, investigators—hidden in plain sight. And they’re recruiting.

I know this because I was approached. Not directly, of course. Nothing is ever that simple. It started with a strange envelope. Then a riddle. Then a name I hadn’t heard in years: Carrington.

I don’t expect you to believe me. Most won’t. But for those who’ve seen the signs—those who suspect the truth runs deeper—I suggest you find the door before it closes.

Start here: TCD

If they think you’re ready, they’ll let you in.

— A Friend in the Fog