He saved my life, though, so I owe it to him.

This is not something I'm dying to do, for it may mean the death of me. I hadn't given any of this much thought until I came back here to find this letter that Jeremiah wrote me almost 6 months ago, asking me to come back to Ireland and help him out. They told me Jeremiah and the unit had gone on without me, but he'd given me the shaman's stone to keep. I woke up in a hospital bed with severe burns. A bright green flash came from his hand and it bowled me over as my gun went off. And just when I was gonna pull the trigger, he glared right at me. I saw their leader holding a strange stone over his head, yelling weird words in a strange tongue. They came streaming out of the woods, waving swords and howling like banshees. My commanding officer, Jeremiah Covenant, lead our unit in a hunt for their camp. I joined a special unit whose job it was to squelch the fears of the superstitious farm boys who made up the flanking ranks. Stand behind one of the hanging chains in the room and wait for his own chains to get stuck on them. I fled from Ireland and hung around Paris and London with no real purpose 'til the Great War started. At this point, Aaron will back into a far corner of the room and use his wonderful chains to attack you from a distance. If youve played or seen The Evil Within 2, this game literally screams Clive Barker, and Silent Hill (also quite heavily inspired by Barker I think, yet original and twisted enough to stand alone, especially the 1st 3 games on PS1, PS2 & PC). Creatures not explainable in any human terms. Clive Barkers Undying will be close to my heart.

The more I saw, the more I believed there *are* forces beyond our control. Heh, as long as they paid me, I'd look into it. Before I knew it, people all over the world paid me to investigate all kinds of weird things. Little did I know I'd end up being labelled as Patrick Galloway, the man with endless occult knowledge. Even though it was me who chose to debunk folklore and mysticism.

Patrick Galloway: Ach, I'm tired of travelling or fighting superstition and its many manifestations.

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