The fish-man out front is terse, unfriendly, and doesn't take kindly to my questions about Harry. Remembering that Harry is a fisherman, I head to a well-known fishery run by Innsmouthers. A bit of digging reveals that the symbol is sacred to the Innsmouthers. Either Oakmont has strict laws or being loud in the library is seriously frowned upon. Joy, the woman at the desk, has even less to say than the paper clerk on account of her lips being sewn together. I'm running out of options, so I bring the picture of the bloody symbol to the library. It's clear Harry is fascinated by them and they get along well, but that's all the article tells me. It's about Harry's dealings with the Innsmouthers, a group of half-fish, half-human people which immigrated to Oakmont after the mysterious flood. I pull out the newspaper clipping and quickly find the article it came from. All she can do is direct me to the paper's archives and suggest I check the library. I speak to the woman in the lobby but she doesn't know much. The newspaper clipping is my best lead so I head to the office of the Oakmont Chronicle, which is marked as a utility on the map.
I snap a picture of the symbol on the wall and get the hell out of the basement. Assigning a chronological number to each highlighted detail, I deduce that the silhouetted man moved the body in the sack, dumped it in the basement, then hid the sack in the corner, and suddenly I'm back to reality. The devs explain I have to determine how these details connect in order to close this nightmare rift. The body I found isn't Harry but now it's highlighted, and so are a few other details in the basement: a bloody sack, a symbol scrawled in blood on the wall, a man's silhouette. Once they're all dead, Reed calms down somewhat, but something's still not right. I put two slugs into a couple spiderlings reminiscent of Ridley Scott's Alien, then reload to dispatch a humanoid in Dead Space necromorph cosplay. Hideous, spindly creatures climb through the rifts and crawl toward me as I scramble to load my shotgun. I catch glimpses of the Lovecraftian beyond as tears in reality arc across the walls, and worse still, I'm not the only one peering through them. The moment I spot the body Reed launches into a horrible fit straight out of Eternal Darkness: Sanity's Requiem. I head down to the basement and find a body.
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