[Long description: An eye appears in MarkOS’s lenses, revealing a glimpse of the shadowy figure who puppets him around. She’s tall—taller than even the Chief, maybe—with long fingers, a huge hooded robe, and a single, intense eye.

???: I understand that you’re new to this whole thing, but I’m only going to say this once.

The frame pulls in on the silhouette’s face. She is furious.

???: You are speaking to an Amanuensis of the Imperial Archive. The Words interred in these holy halls are history as it actually happened.

This vision of the stranger—the Chronicler— looms even over the R.A. She sweats bullets.

???: If it isn’t written here, it didn’t happen. Understood?]