A dimly lit warehouse near the Montréal docks, where fog creeps like vipers across the concrete. The camera pans slowly to reveal a man seated in a vintage leather armchair — black gloves folded neatly

An audio recording plays of Rupert Mudcocks conversation with the entity known as The Sphinx. Rupert Mudcock: Nygma… you’re going in first.Rupert Mudcock: I want AAPW’s very first entrant to see you standing