Ray began to scrounge about for some sort of key, before he stumbled upon a tattered page. Intrigued, the young raccoon sat, and began to read, though the text was panicked and sloppy.
I don't know where I am, who I am, or what I am. But this place, it's like looking into your own soul, revealing what plagues you the most. I used to be normal, y'know? Before this all happened. The rust, the grime, that pit. Oh, God that pit...and the damned keeper. He's on the other side of the catwalk, staring at me through that giant mask. That...thing. The red devil, as Sebastion called him, seems to...keep this place in check. It's not right, and as much as it pains me, I don't think anyone can hear our prayers. This devil...he runs things around here. Whatever you do, don't piss it off. Watched it cleave Johnson in two when he tried to cross.
Ray shook his head, and looked at the end of the catwalk. For a brief moment, he thought he saw something, but it was a trick of the light. The young raccoon shuddered, and hugged himself, the note clutched in his paw.