Preface:

Depression's a funny thing, you know?

Lying in bed, staring at the door... It sounds wierd, but that door might as well be on the other side of the universe opposed to the other side of the room... Another funny thing is that it stopped opening. But I'll get to that part latter.

My name is Vince, I'm a twenty year old citizen of the great city of Toronto... or at least, used to be.

For the last week I've been unable to go outside... For the first few days, I didn't want to... but now...

I moved here from a small farming community in northern Alberta, trying to get away from all the small town... Pettyishness, if that's even a word. I got here and moved into this small, bachlor appartment... It's nice, but a bit small. I've converted my Living room into a small bedroom and use the cramped bedroom as a closet... Sounds terrible, but it's not as bad as it first seems.

My job is a writer. I'm a freelance Writer for a lot of the big papers like The Toronto Province and The Free Press... they seem to like my articles, and I enjoy the work. At first, it allowed me to get out and see the city more... Now, it seems like a ball and chain around my leg.

It started with this article I wrote... Bit of a strange article.. you see, there was a sieries of murders around the country, all with ties to the cult of Alarha. I was sent to research these murders, but every route it seemsed like I was being stonewalled... files would have gone missing, officers had been transfered... In a couple of cases addresses I was told to go to were all but abandoned.

One however, sticks out... I guess it's when most of this stuff started...

Chapter 1 - Metrenome

June 22, 7:51 AM

Vince watched as the rain pured down the winshield, and the wipers flick back and forth in a vain attemp to keep visibility outside the parked car. Taking a sip of his coffee, vince attempted to scan the parking lot outside the caffe for movement. There was nothing. It was days like this thaat made him feel more like a private eye than a reproter. Annoyed, he looked at his watch. 7:51. His contact should have been here half a hour ago.

His contact, Annita Partridge, was the Waitress for the caffe he was presently parked outside of. She had contacted him several days ago following a message he had left her, and they agreed to meet here, at this time. Just as he was about to put the key back in the ignition and drive away, he saw a dark blob moving towards the car. The figure jogged from around the back of the caffe and up to the passenger side window. Leaning over, vince unlocked the door.

"Sorry about the wait... I've been a bit held up this morning. Weather and all, you know? Just give me a minute to unlock the caffe and I'll meet you inside." With that she dashed off back around the caffe, pushing his door closed as she left.

Notes for chapter:

-She has done her own research

-Transfer the Necklace

-Talk about connection to Cult of Alarha

-Talk about International Connection

-***ORDERS COFFEE***

-***CONSTABLE ENTERES AND QUESTIONS ABOUT BUISNESS, VAUGE THREAT MADE***

-Talk about stonewalling

-Discuss burnt out warehouse

Notes for Chapter 2:

-Vince arrives at wharehouse

-Enter Theodore

-Discuss cult, theodore Unhelpful

-Discuss Ruins, theodore Hostile

-Fight ensues