[ The feed cuts on to reveal a startled-looking Harry. He's seen stone statues move; brutish, nigh unkillable warriors tear men to pieces; and a mythical city beyond imagining, but this hologram business will take some getting used to.

He affects a cool and collected expression. ]

I reckon it's about time I properly introduced myself. The name's Flynn, Harry Flynn. I arrived here around a week ago, and – that's the long and short of it, really. Was it the same for everyone else? With the weird girl and the cryptic message.

[ He diverts his eyes to read something off-screen. ]

Blah, blah, blah... “in order to preserve this world and the one from whence you came, you must flourish within this city.” Sounds a bit threatening, doesn't it?

[ Yeah, he'll let that thought linger. ]