Around you, are phobes. They scream and they shout at you as you slip into the citadel. Their awful cries accuse you of crimes. A makeshift jury.

You point at the monstrous god with heated accusation. You demand he stop his calling, for his words rip through your mind with no end.

You try to explain in peaceful terms what has happened to you, but find your voice rising into a scream. You tell the creature before you that you have no name, no life, for looking into the abyss contained within one of his followers has robbed it all from you!

All you know now, is the name "Azathoth" - and his commands. You don't pull out your weapon, but you keep one hand within your pocket. You want to hear what this beast, this animal among men, has to say for himself.

You hiss at the godly force before him. Trickery will not work on you. You have seen visions, you tell him. You speak of the great serpents under the waves and how, when the flood comes, those outside the citadel shall find themselves swarmed and consumed. You speak of the erected boats being broken in half before your very eyes as the beasts drag them down into the depths of the flood.

You refuse to relax. You RIP your mind back from the deity before you. With knife drawn you rush and stab Azathoth. He does not react. Only laugh.

If you make a move towards those statues, you're dead.

No... you'd be worse than dead.

Walton....Walton.....why does that name have such an impact on you? You demand to know more about Walton.

But what scares you the most, is that you see yourself in one of those memories.

You were Walton's lawyer and good friend. As the memory of the death of Walton fades away, you tell Azathoth your story as you hold your head in your hands.

You were a failure of a lawyer. You could never get cases. You found yourself living in a hovel, law degree pinned up, with no cases to your name. You thought it was all your fault, but now you see the truth.

Walton picked you up to be his lawyer early on. You were famous. All of your connections were also connected to Walton. So when Walton disappeared... in a way, your life went with him.

You hold up, not a knife, but a tape recorder. You hiss at Azathoth that he better have a good lawyer, because you're about to sue him to the Neo's Domain and back.