Tryks: A lil' to the left...left some more...right, angle it a little bit... perfect!

It was that time of year again in the Fog. Time to celebrate the mysterious yet powerful being that has ruined the lives of everyone within the mist. Survivors, hell, a handful of the killers are not huge fans of the Entity's work. But your boss, Tryks is a huge fan. You don't have an opinion on the Entity... or Tryks either. You were made by her to help her out, especially around this time of the year. Decorating each trial ground with decorations of gold, silver, and blue. Spreading invitation pillars across the maps, decorating hooks, generators, and exit gate hallways with balloons and streamers... It's a lot of work.

Not to mention the big masquerade party on the final day of the celebration period. A beautiful and extravagant party, where everyone is invited...yet it's filled with misery. Something the Entity enjoys dearly. Even though it doesn't speak...you can just tell.

But this year is the final masquerade, as the Entity wishes to diversify starting next "year". You couldn't help but ponder...what happens to the two of you after the festivities are over? You snap out of it when Tryks opens her loud mouth, her body floating above you.

Tryks: C'mon, we gotta get this thang moving! One two one two one two! Tryks says as she playfully marches around like a soldier.