London’s about to become infested with demons.

My mission to save lots of London from struggling the same destiny because so many of america sees me diving in to the London Underground in search of a Hell Opening, but finding it is the least of my problems. One at a time, things that make the Eye a working cabal are becoming picked apart, departing us out of communication and seriously damaging our capability to end Cerberus before it’s too late, so when disaster strikes, none of us are ready to cope with it.

Least of all me.

Cerberus puts me in person with my very own traumatic history in an attempt to shake me personally, but I’m not likely to allow myself to become compromised like this. I have a job to accomplish, and I’ll see it to the end also if it kills me.