(I get back on my feet and look around. I'm in a room made of black crystal. The air smells almost like skunk, but different, and I see only Wolf and Armored.)

("Fando?" I call out. There is no reply.)

("Fando!" Wolf calls, "where are you? Can you hear us? Can you see this in fonts?")

(There is no reply.)

("Fuck this is bad," Armored explains, "we gotta find her.")

("First," I ask, "is anyone hurt?")

("Why no I'm-" Wolf begins to stand, followed by a loud snap. They cry out in pain. "My foot! God my foot! It hurts! God!")

("Easy Wolf," Armored reassures them, "it's OK. Deep breaths.")

(Armored sits down next to Wolf with an almost motherly smile. "Just focus on your friends," she speaks softly, "and take deep breaths. Breaker, and you heal him?"

("I'll try," I reply. I rewrite the broken bone, forcing it back into place, casuing Wolf to scream again.)

("Sorry!" I exclaim.)

("Hey," Wolf chuckles, "I'm a bunch of abused children. I can take it.")

("You're more than that," Armored smiles, "you're one of us. We're all here for each other. Well, except Fando, but we'll find her.")

("Yeah," Wolf smiles, "sure thing mom.")

("What?" Armored asks.)

("What?" I ask.)

("What?" Wolf plays it cool.)

("Are those voices I hear?" A woman's voice echos in the darkness, "are you here looking for the Author?")

("Yes," Armored replies, "who are you?")

(A woman in a yellow shirt and a mask reveals herself from the darkness. She's short and frail with long brown hair. Her green eyes, behind her white, almost misty mask stare at us with a kindness that I'm not sure is sincere.)

("You all must be lost," she chuckles, "I am Smokey. I am one who knows the Author well. Allow me to guide you. This place is dangerous.")

("Nononononononono," Wolf whispers under his breath.)

("What?" I ask.)

(Wolf snap out of it. "Nothing," he sighs, "she just, makes me uneasy.")

("What choice so we have?" Armored whispers.)

("Can you help us find Fando?" I ask.)

("Yes of course," Smokey smiles, "come with me.")

(After exchanging uneasy looks, we follow Smokey into the darkness...)

I lunge at The Technician, who chuckles and avoids my attack with ease.

"Think it'd be that easy?" He laughs, "boy you're optimistic, but it's in vain Fando. He kept fighting, and soon, like others, he shall be broken."

"Why are you doing this?" I demand, "who are you? What are you? Where am I?"

"I am a masked man," the Technician speaks, "one who hurt The Author. You are in his deep subconscious. This is a place of truths. One truth I shall remind you of. Remember, the pen is the means by which the foul are unmasked, but in trying to remove a certain mask, the Author has sealed his fate. No matter what you do, your tale shall come to the same end. Death awaits him."

The Technician send wires at me, which I narrowly avoid and begin to flee, desperately calling apon my power to no avail. What do I do?

Choice: Call for help

Choice: Fight

Choice: Flee