"Is that you?" A figure steps out of the shadows. Dressed in a lumpy trenchcoat with the lapels turned up and a bedraggled hat with a large brim, it's hard to tell who it is. When you try to get a better view of the figure's face, a gloved hand comes up to pull the brim of the hat even further down. "No tricks, bud. It's bad enough that I've had to stand around waiting for you. I thought that you'd never get here!" Even close up, the voice is little less than a hiss. "I managed to get that file you wanted. Whatever it is: it's pretty dangerous. I had a couple of really close shaves trying to bring it to you. I hope that it's worth it."

Something is pressed into your hands and the figure beats a quick retreat. Looking down, you see a slightly tattered file folder -- a file folder that is one of the most vivid shades of purple that you've ever seen. The tab bears a neatly typed label reading "MOCHI Profiles". Stamped across the front of the folder, in bold black letters, are the words "READ AT YOUR OWN RISK".

Gingerly, you open the MOCHI File ....