It is time to sit down and clear my thoughts. Make a timeline of things. Collate data.
I need to procure some items, and fetch some of my stuff from storage - these adventures are dangerous. More dangerous than I'd have guessed! That tentacle thing almost killed Evan in the room with the well. Thankfully mom's gear fits me pretty well. I don't think she's worn most of it in a decade.

Anyway, what do I know?

Harbingers. That's what my visitor called his... bosses? The people he works for?
They - from what little the others said - seem to not be able to do these jobs by themselves, as that'd draw too much attention. So there are other players in the game? Presumably working at odds? Mr. Wexner seems to have been at odds. And powerful, otherwise he'd not have had a goddamn tesseract gallery. That's supervillain stuff right there. Magic supervillain. A trap that has devoured several people before us, if the remains were anything to go by.

I can think about the implications later, for now I have to prepare. I'm gonna need to adjust my go-bag, if this will happen again.

I really hope it will happen again.