Jeremy Fox is a Narrative and Game Designer in sunny Los Angeles, where he lives with his wife, son, and two cats. He finds himself returning often to the cement channel the people there call The LA River. Near the place where Frogtown meets Atwater Village, there’s a hole in the concrete. One day when the water is low, he enters. The path winds downward, past pumping stations and swirling cisterns. There are calls from within that are neither human nor animal nor machine but rather something amalgam, of all those parts. As he descends deeper, the heat rises and the sounds of a rhythmic spinning ricochet off the damp, curved walls. The sounds become a language. He suspects it is of those that built this place, or tend this place. But what’s the difference? He wants to know more, so he continues deeper. The rhythm grows louder and he begins to sweat from the heat. Yet he feels no fear. He should feel fear, but something is calling him, maybe guiding him…