THE ADAPERTIO BRANCH.

Within the confines of the City, there are many branches of Lobotomy Corporation to be found. This is fairly common knowledge. Energy is most easily distributed everywhere when it can be produced in all corners of the City, like individual cells in one organism.

This is one such branch that has... Neglected protocol, so to speak. It has created its own ecosystem, created its own works, anointed its own god. A microcosm of society in a branch easily forgotten as the 50 days spanning 10 years go on, and on, and on within LCorp's own Nest. Located in Nest M, the Adapertio Branch is naught but a child's plaything. Due to its strange nature, it has been given its own name, rather than a serial designation. As a 'historian' Fixer tasked with collecting information by [REDACTED] Office, employed by [REDACTED] Association, I shall, to the best of my abilities, recollect the anomalous nature of the Branch before its collapse, pieced together with files and logs I have found, transcribed, and reorganized into a timeline for you to read. I hope as you peruse these files you find something useful—It means that my life was risked for a purpose. Well, I suppose that in and of itself is a lie... The pursuit of information, especially a peek into the madness that comes with isolation, is something I've always greatly enjoyed. Though, nowhere near the extent that you do. You pursue this knowledge so deeply, with such pleasure that it looks like pain, that I wonder if it's moreso something you find to be a compulsion. But I've accepted I'll never get a straight answer from you on that, at this point. Ah, but I'm rambling now. Everything should be neatly sorted into categories, do with the information as you wish. It may not be of interest to you, but I've also included files on everyone who came on the expedition with me. I know it was supposed to be as limited as possible, but going in there alone would be a death wish. Even with a team, some passed away. However, I limited the scope to my closest confidants and each of them have airtight contracts. None of this will slip out, though some information was gained through a bit of brokering with [REDACTED] Company. Miss [REDACTED] drives a hard bargain and I had to sign away any right to get too close to that Branch's [REDACTED], but in return, I got valuable context and as we mentioned before, that holds very little value to you. Hopefully this all brings you the context you need. Additionally, there's some refined Enkephalin in there, so feel free to store that away for power later.
Yours truly,
Malachi [REDACTED], Grade 6 Fixer.

[Alongside this letter, you've been brought a package by your faithful assistant. "Is there anything more you need, sir?" "No, this will be all."]
[You know she's been working hard, harder than you, in your cushy lounge seat in your mahogany office. You can sense she's hurt by the lack of thanks, but that's how the City is. Too emotional.]
[And you're more entranced by the contents of the box.]
[Within, there are several file folders for you to take a look at, nestled atop what you can only assume are boxes of Enkephalin. Their density is remarkable. Each one is clearly marked and labeled... It's just a matter of what you want to read first, though it seems like your dear friend Malachi—making assumptions of you as usual—has organized them into some vague order, though you don't have to follow it. It will be a long, long night.]