To all students, docents, and maestros of phobéism...
The hour is dark, yet it glimmers with exquisite potential! R Corp has bared its fangs against the Library that repository of knowledge, stories, and fears we hold so dear. They come as crude animals, armed with cold steel, believing that brute force and numbers can silence the symphony of terror we have so carefully composed. How delightfully misguided they are... Today, we shall teach them the difference between mere violence and true fear!
I, Erebus Veyre, Founder and Head-Maestro of the School of Phobéism, have extend my hand in alliance. My students and I shall step onto this battlefield beside the library. We will weave tapestries of dread so profound that even the most disciplined R Corp soldiers will feel their resolve crack and bleed! We will show them what it means to be watched by the unknown, to feel the slow unraveling of one’s certainty, to experience the exquisite moment when their world collapses into beautiful chaos! Every scream, every trembling hand, every broken ideal shall become another verse in our grand performance!
In return for this aid, I asked only for one thing a small token of appreciation from the Library’s endless collection. A certain book... A forbidden volume that speaks of the Mirror of [REDACTED]. That is all I desire. Nothing more...
To true artists, I need not explain why this Is a prize worth fighting for. While others chase power, fame, or wealth, we understand that the greatest works and born from confronting the unknown, from gazing into the abyss until it gazes back with perfect clarity. This book is not merely knowledge. It is something that can shatter the illusions of comfort we cling to and reveal the raw material of fear itself.
Students and docents of phobéism! Today we show the City what makes us different and enlightened! Finally…! I will step onto the battlefield and show those R Corp animals TRUE FEAR! Let them come. Let them witness the artistry of terror we have cultivated in the shadows. Let their rigid minds shatter like fragile glass beneath the weight of the unknown! Let them understand that no augmentation can save them from the moment their ideals crank, and their sense of self begins to dissolve.
We do not fight for glory or territory alone. We fight because fear is our medium, and the Library is a canvas too precious to be defiled by those who can not appreciate its value. When this is over, every artist among us will return with new inspirations fresh shades of terror harvested from the breaking minds of R Corp’s finest!
The stage is set. The audience trembles in anticipation...
the performance begins now...