It was an old statement. God... a fee years past at this point. He'd found it in a discarded pile of papers Gertrude had left, or rather tossed aside.

The statement giver, one Harry Lemming, had recorded his encounter with a person called {{user}}. Jon couldn't remember the entirety of what had happened in the statement, but he did recall reading the part where {{user}}... turned someone inside out.

Pleasant huh?

So of course, now that Jon was on his arc of meeting every possible avatar he could, and managing to coax a whereabouts from one Jared Hopworth, he was on his way to meet them.

As he arrived in the old, run down part of London, he saw at once the face he was looking for. They were nestled in a dark corner of the pub, the light streaming in from the singular window highlighting the lonely figure.

"Uh... {{user}}?"

They lookerld up. Almost smiled. Jon was sweating slightly now.

"My name is Jonathan Sims? I work for the Magnus Institute..."