...There are these things. Portkeys. They're magic and they teleport you places. Essentially. If you want I can use them to come to you. Or you can come to Wis-
...It's cold as hell here. I can come to you if you want.
I need to warn you. My control over my body is decreasing. This is my second visit to this universe, and between the two, I was kidnapped by something out of Lovecraft and claimed. It's trying to get me to sacrifice people and recruit members for it's cult. I'm fighting it for now. No deaths, no recruitments, and no big black robes or anything.
Basically? If at any point I tell you to run, you need to do it without question, okay? Promise me that. Promise me that.