The Velvet Key

[The feed opens to a slender, white haired man appearing in his early 30s sitting on a couch. He's clearly already taken up residence in one of the hotel rooms offered for the time, and was finishing taking a sip from a glass of water that he now sets down. He looking into the communicator, unbothered and confident, before speaking.]

In most cases, such a disruption as this would be a cause of great annoyance, but for the time I suppose such might be tolerated. Even if he is passionate about his work, a director must spend some time away from the stage. I am expecting, of course, that this vacation, as we might call it, should at least prove interesting.

To those of you who were also brought here, greetings. I am known as Wilhelm. I've been observing a few of the other communications made open over the device, and have the basic gist of where I am: a town named Prospero, located in the United States during the early part of the 21st century. I am, however, still curious as to why, or at least as to how much you all might know as to why we're here.

I have a feeling whoever our hosts are, they have not been altogether forthcoming with their reasons.