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[The man in the video is sitting on the ground, leaning against a wall in the catacombs. There are voices in the background, sounds of people gathering their belongings to move back to the world above. He doesn't have much with him, just the notebook and the blanket he's sitting on, since his knife is safely hidden in his belt behind his back. His bare, tattooed arms are covered in cuts and rope-burns, but since it's been over a day now, he's cleaned off the blood as best he could given the circumstances. They are slowly beginning to heal, and in the process have gone from stinging mostly to itching uncomfortably, so that every now and then, he reaches over and briefly rubs the skin next to one of them, to distract himself from the sensation.]

[But for now, his attention's focused on the notebook, as he's trying to figure out the ~~severely outdated, by his world's standards~~ technology.]

Since it looks like we're finally getting a break... My name's Daniel Zhu, I only arrived here a while ago. Anybody mind filling me in what's going on here? I got the basics. Now I'm still waiting for the explanations.

[Oh, yeah. He has figured it out enough to attach a fake name, corresponding his story, to the post. Operative and all.]

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Well, after all this...

[He almost sighs. Almost. The expression on his face is resigned enough, but it's really more than that. He can worry about this all later. Right now, he has to find his place in this whole set-up quickly, survive, and then find a way to get back. And maybe take whatever information he can with him, because the Illusive Man would definitely appreciate all this.]

So what's expected of me, other than fight?