On the surface, this vent looks completely normal. Then you shake your head. Haven't you found something weird every time you've seen one of these? Some stopwatches, some recordings? You find it hard to believe there's nothing here-- in fact, you REFUSE to. There has to be something else. Why would it be here if it didn't have anything?

You have to stick your head deep inside the vent this time. More than your head, actually: you're nearly leg-deep before you catch anything. You stop yourself from sneezing at all the settled dust; this vent isn't blowing air at all.

Your curiosity, however, does not go unrewarded. Underneath you lay three polaroid photos, all with their edges burnt and peeled, not accounting for the copious amounts of water damage. How these are both waterlogged AND dusty is beyond you, and you, for once, do not want to know. 

The first photo shows a board, littered with newspaper clips and printed articles. The titles all feature journalist bait such as "8 People Attending the Netsworth Gala: #3 WILL Surprise You!" and "The Gala Goes On, Despite Concerns". Such 'concerns' are not listed anywhere in the article. The rest of the text is too small to read, and the photos in them too blurry to make sense of.

In the second polaroid, a pile of letters sits next to some images of browser searches regarding place directions, as well as two lists of names. The one on the left is written in print, with the near accuracy of a typewriter, with the title "To Show Ronin". The one on the right is written in neat cursive, and it simply says "to look for".

The third one depicts a young woman in a lavish black dress, her jaw-length black hair tied back with a ribbon. Her arms rest in front of her, hands clapped together. There's an unbelievable amount of tension in her posture, like a dog would react to an ill-fitting onesie. The girl's violet eyes-- or rather, eye-- stare off with unreadable intent towards whoever is behind the camera. 

When you turn the last polaroid around, you find a note. In that same straight writing from the second photo, it says: "Mutually assured destruction. Do not screw this up."

Something thumps at the end of the vent, and it is getting closer.