Whilst wondering the fog, you stumble across an arena for the events the Entity puts you through. A farm, large stalks of corn covering the middle and a few wooden buildings littered about in various stages of disrepair such as a barn, two story house, and a small shack. In front of the doorless barn is a crouched figure cloaked in shadow, hands tinkering with a generator. Long hair down their pitch black back, a white featureless mask covering their face.

“Please do not interfere,” he says.