Dear reader, put that down
You have found my diary. I would ask you to close it, but you are clearly the sort of person who reads other people’s diaries, so I shall simply ask you to be careful with the binding.
I am the Undertaker. I make games. Coffins, cells, lockers and kitchens, each one a little masterpiece, each one ruined nightly by gamesmasters who let my guests out when the hour is up.
Read on if you must. I have left out the answers. I am not an amateur.
— U.




The Undertaker
The voice on the intercom
The Northbridge Butcher
The Waiter
The Night Locksmith
The Keeper