Thread:Unrealname123/@comment-26234016-20170905115131/@comment-26234016-20170926004530

You walk down to the subway– or try to.

While you're walking down the stairs, a burly man steps out of the shadows. He's dressed in the purple of the Subway Workers, unaligned people who man the subways. "Damien Flynn? Come with me." He rumbles in a baritone voice. Your walky-talky crackles. Paul is now listening.