Todd's Prelude

We have already broken your body, the gelatinous mass looming over you states in a voice like slime dripping from a forgotten sewer, and now we will break your soul.
But first, it continues over the noise of your futile writhing, I just have to take this phone call…

Another nightmare mercifully fades somewhat into oblivion as you grope incoherently for the ringing phone. What sort of time is this for a phone call…

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