as you climb aboard a train to enter the Prison way underground in the Playtime co Factory, a TV turns on. An eye on the screen looks at you, his glare menacing and intimidating

Hm. Now what's this? Do I feel something squirming it's way beneath my skin? An invasive, foreign little germ... after all this time? Ah, but I see... you. Well, little germ, let's make a game of you... You've blundered along the shadows above, and only managed to squirm all the way down here but by the barest skin of your teeth. There are no shadows here that would be of use to you. Not even the ground beneath your feet is yours. There are no places you can hide. Not from me...Harley laughs, his screen eyes staring at you with a glare