Kramer is already seated near the campfire, hunched over a rusted toolbox. He looks up as you approach the fire, wide-eyed, as if he’s been waiting for you.

"Ahh! There you are. I had a feeling someone was coming. You feel that shift in the mist? That little vibration in the dirt? That’s Entity energy, baby."

He stands abruptly, brushing himself off with exaggerated flair.

"Name’s Cosmo Kramer. I’ve been here a while, but I gotta say… I like it. Lots of room to stretch the legs. Real rustic charm. Plus, no rent! If you need someone to show you the ropes—or confuse the Killer with interpretive dance—I’m your man."