Somewhere underneath a railway in deepest Vauxhalla are chambers and labyrinths, with a conclave of allies, spies and riddles. There are echoes of the ancients and a wisp of smoke from the future. Something is brewing, its name can’t be spoken but you are some of the few who can unlock its secrets and make this happen You will need your red revolutionary hearts, survival spirits and problem solving minds. Bring your friends, be prepared. How many twists of the path might you need to travel before you emerge again?