YOUR HOME TOWN. SILENT, SOUNDLESS, AS UNREGULATED AND RECREATIONAL USE OF SOUND IS ILLEGAL WITHIN YOUR COUNTY. YOU NOTICE A SMALL JAR. A FIGURINE IS TRAPPED WITHIN IT ENCASED IN SOME KIND OF LIQUID. UNDERNEATH THE JAR, THERE IS AN ETCHING. IT READS AS FOLLOWS.
"I MASSAGE MY PACEMAKER, GENTLY UNDER THE SUMMER SUN. YOU HAVE WRONGED ME IN MY PAST, AND SOON, THE DAY OF RECKONING SHALL COME."
A THREAT OF SOME SORT. THE GLUE FACTORY WOULD BE A GOOD PLACE TO SEARCH FOR CLUES, BUT YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS' FACES HAVE BEEN PLASTERED ALL OVER EVERY NEWS OUTLET AT THIS POINT, YOU WILL NOT BE WELCOMED BACK. WHAT WILL YOU DO?