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{
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        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio1_1.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    default:
                        return ["Narrator: ", "The antique grandfather clock rung out loudly, announcing the beginning of a new hour. Reluctantly waking from his light sleep, the man slowly rose from his paper strewn desk. Stretching his tight and exhausted muscles, he walked towards the apartment's lone window."];
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio1_2.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    default:
                        return ["Narrator: ", "Bemused and frazzled he stared blankly at the alleyway below for several long minutes, allowing his thoughts to regain focus. A gust of wind, finding its way into the apartment, blew against his cheek. The breeze stank of the soaked and rotted garbage abandoned by the tenants in the dumpsters a few dozen feet below."];

                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio1_3.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    default:
                        {
                            return ["Narrator: ", "Snapping out of his daze, he exhaled heavily on the window, causing it to fog up."];
                        }
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio1_4.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    case "1":
                        {
                            return ["Narrator: ", "Remembering the happy moments from his past was the only means of keeping his sanity intact. It had been a full week since he had last left the apartment."];
                        }
                    default:
                        {
                            return ["Narrator: ", "Sighing to himself, the man spelled \"E.B\" with his index finger directly on the hazy palette he had just created. It was a habit he had started when he was just a child to entertain himself."];
                        }
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio1_5.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    default:
                        {
                            return ["Narrator: ", "Moving away from the window, he walked the few feet back to his desk and sat down on its hard wooden chair. Reaching into the front pocket of his shirt, he pulled out a book of matches whose label read \"The Truman\"."];
                        }
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio1_6.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    case "1":
                        return ["Edgar: ", "The calm before the storm, only that this storm will be littered with bullets and the lightening aimed directly at my head."];
                    default:
                        {
                            return ["Narrator: ", "Striking a match, which ignited without fault, he lit the candle on his desk. Before the flame faded he removed a cigarette from a box within arms reach, and lit it. Inhaling from it, he glanced around the room anxiously. There was little comfort to be had in the apartment's dark solitude."];
                        }
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio2_1.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    case "1":
                        return ["Edgar: ", "My redemption,"];
                    case "2":
                        return ["Narrator: ", "the man whispered sadly."];
                    case "3":
                        return ["Narrator: ", "With great care, he picked it up and placed it on the desk. Lifting his briefcase off the floor, he placed it on his knees and opened it. Inside he found a syringe and lay it down next to the vial. He closed the briefcase and put it back down on the hard wood floor."];
                    default:
                        return ["Narrator: ", "Gently pulling open the bottom drawer of his desk, he found the hidden safe and opened it. Tucked away, securely inside, was a small glass vial containing a glowing purple substance. A unique cocktail he had put together in his laboratory."];
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio2_2.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    default:
                        return ["Narrator: ", "For a long moment he sat silent, staring at the vials crossed out label, which had once read “The Nameless”. He had prepared for this possibility ever since he had uncovered the true nature of his employer."];
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio2_3.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    default:
                        {
                            return ["Edgar: ", "A fool I was, my actions to be thought without consequences. No longer shall I be manipulated,"];
                        }
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio2_4.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    default:
                        {
                            return ["Narrator: ", "He had gone into hiding after realizing he was being closely monitored by his now ex-employer. The time for action was upon him; it was the only way to free his conscience from the Abominations he had helped create. He needed to redeem himself."];
                        }
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio2_5.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    case "1":
                        return ["Narrator: ", "The purple liquid slowly entered, until full. Once finished, he swabbed the tip of the needle with alcohol to disinfect it and placed the syringe in a secure plastic casing. He returned the now empty vial back to his briefcase and stood up from the desk."];
                    default:
                        return ["Narrator: ", "With ease, he removed the metal cap of the vial and inserted the needle inside, pulling the plunger of the syringe."];
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio2_6.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    default:
                        {
                            return ["Narrator: ", "He opened the closet at the entrance of his one room apartment. His black trench coat hung solemnly in the shadowed space. Opening the coat, he placed the plastic casing into its inside pocket, took the coat off its hanger, and put it on."];
                        }
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio3_1.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    default:
                        {
                            return ["Narrator: ", "The now intense wind violently slammed against the apartment's window, causing it to burst open. Papers scattered wildly off his desk. The man ran over to the window and closed it, preventing the wind from any further intrusion."];
                        }
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio3_2.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    case "1":
                        {
                            return ["Edgar: ", "An invited stranger, outside my window?"];
                        }
                    case "2":
                        return ["Narrator: ", "He found it strange that someone would be outside alone at this hour. In the outskirts of The City Center, there weren't many who dared to be out this late. The government had invoked a midnight curfew to ensure it."];
                    default:
                        {
                            return ["Narrator: ", "Looking outside, he noticed the shadow of a figure standing in the alley below."];
                        }
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio3_3.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    default:
                        {
                            return ["Narrator: ", "The figure in the alley suddenly looked upwards. For an instant they locked eyes. The stranger smiled back up at him, acknowledging his presence in the apartment window."];
                        }
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio3_4.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    case "1":
                        {
                            return ["Edgar: ", "They’re here!"];
                        }
                    case "2":
                        {
                            return ["Narrator: ", "he whispered, frightened and out of breath. His apartment was no longer safe;"];
                        }
                    case "3":
                        {
                            return ["Edgar: ", "it is time to escape"];
                        }
                    default:
                        {
                            return ["Narrator: ", "Quickly, he ducked out of view. He had caught a glimpse of the stranger's face; it was covered in what appeared to be symbolic tattoos."];
                        }
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio3_5.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    default:
                        return ["Narrator: ", "Frantically, he emptied the contents of his desk and suitcase into a nearby trash can. Lighting a match, he let it fall, instantly igniting the papers. Smoke began to spread quickly through the small apartment."];
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio3_6.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    case "1":
                        {
                            return ["Edgar: ", "the tattooed stranger will surely be on alert by the smoke; I mustn’t choke! Though his presence may be a hoax? No, no... within minutes an intruder will surely enter."];
                        }
                    case "2":
                        {
                            return ["Narrator: ", "Paranoid and stir crazy, he checked his jacket pocket to make sure the syringe was still secured. His fingers gently touched its plastic casing. Everything he had worked for depended on the antibody it held."];
                        }
                    default:
                        return ["Narrator: ", "Another powerful gust of wind blew the window open once again. The black smoke began to pour through. He cursed aloud,"];
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio4_1.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    default:
                        return ["Narrator: ", "With the candle in one hand, he quickly walked towards the kitchen. Bending down on his knees, he opened the doors of the cupboard beneath the sink. Reaching in, he began emptying all of its contents onto the floor. A minute later the cupboard was empty, revealing a dark tunnel."];
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio4_2.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    case "1":
                        return ["Narrator: ", "A faint voice could be heard outside his apartment, followed by three consecutive knocks."];
                    default:
                        return ["Demonic Priest: ", "This is the landlord sir; the smoke has been causing the tenants to stir."];
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio4_3.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    case "1":
                        return ["Narrator: ", "On all fours he climbed into the cupboard. It was obvious to him that the person at the door was not his landlord, the most apparent indicator being that his landlord was a woman."];
                    default:
                        return ["Edgar: ", "Please don’t worry, it’s under control here, leave with no fear."];
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio4_4.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    case "1":
                        return ["Narrator: ", "The dust caused him to sneeze as he turned back around to face the entrance. The man searched the ceiling until finally he found the metal frame that led to the garbage shoot. He removed it, and climbed in."];
                    default:
                        return ["Narrator: ", "The man tasted spider-webs as he crawled deeper into the cupboard’s tunnel, leading him into the apartment’s empty mechanical room. Moving a few feet forward, he stopped."];
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio4_5.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    case "1":
                        return ["Narrator: ", "The smell of the trash was atrocious, as rats and cockroaches often inhabited the wall of these apartments. He finally came to the exit and kicked it hard, causing it to fall forward; he had loosened its screws days ago in preparation for an easy escape."];
                    default:
                        return ["Narrator: ", "The man heard the distant noise of continuous banging, until finally the sound of wood splintering. His pursuer had made it into the apartment. He continued moving in a downward slop, knowing full well the consequences of succumbing to his fear."];
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio4_6.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    case "1":
                        return ["Narrator: ", "The man shivered at the eerie glimpse of the stranger and quickly left the alley. He knew first hand the kind of mercenaries his employers were involved with; it was quite a relief to have evaded the stranger."];
                    default:
                        return ["Narrator: ", "Taking a deep breathe, he jumped from the shoot and landed face first in the dumpster below. Pulling himself out, the man dashed quickly down the alley, glancing up at his apartment as he ran. That same figure he had seen outside moments ago now stood inside staring down at him from the window above."];
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio5_1.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    default:
                        return ["Narrator: ", "It had rained for hours all day long, causing puddles to accumulate in all the street’s pot holes. The intensity with which the man ran caused the water to splash up and onto his face. He had made it just three blocks from his apartment before he had to stop to catch his breath."];
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio5_2.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    default:
                        return ["Narrator: ", "Checking to make sure he hadn't been followed, the man turned into an alley and fell to his knees, gasping for breath. He moved his hands anxiously to his jacket pocket until finally he felt the syringe tucked away safely."];
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio5_3.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    case "1":
                        return ["Edgar: ", "Kassandra, I pray you’re strong enough for what lies ahead,"];
                    case "2":
                        return ["Narrator: ", "the man whispered to himself, as he ducked away into the shadows and quietly vanished."];
                    default:
                        return ["Narrator: ", "He sighed aloud with relief that it hadn't been lost during his escape. With his breathing now back to normal, the man contemplated how to get to his next destination undetected. He would be easy to spot if he traveled through the open streets of the city; the back alleys would be a safer route at this hour."];
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio5_4.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    case "1":
                        return ["Narrator: ", "The target had destroyed the stolen documents that his employer required retrieval of. It didn't matter; he would be probed for the required information once he was apprehended."];
                    default:
                        return ["Narrator: ", "The cloaked priest canvassed the abandoned, smoke filled apartment. Ashes littered the floor around the trash can; the papers were still partially lit inside."];
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio5_5.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    default:
                        return ["Narrator: ", "Smiling maniacally, the Priest picked up a discarded vial from the ground and removed its cap. He emptied its remaining liquid contents onto the apartment floor and furniture."];
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio5_6.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    default:
                        return ["Narrator: ", "Finally finished, he kicked the trash can over onto the floor, its smoldering embers igniting the gasoline. Fire savagely entangled the apartment, while the priest stood still, watching it spread."];
                }
            }
        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter3/Audio6_1.wma":
            {
                switch (marker) {
                    case "1":
                        return ["Narrator: ", "No mark of a human face was recognizable. It was the facade of a demon. The priest simply smiled as the flames tore at his clothing and burnt his skin."];
                    case "2":
                        return ["Demonic Priest: ", "...soon... the Merging of the realms will be upon us"];
                    case "3":
                        return ["Narrator: ", "He beamed, embracing the erotic sensation of his flesh melting. There was no doubt in his mind that the scientist Edgar Bloodmoon would be his by dawn."];
                    default:
                        return ["Narrator: ", "The crimson glow of the blaze illuminated the face concealed within the priest's hood, revealing tattooed images.  Spiraled symbols, demonic engravings; all carved into his face with a blade and then tattooed over the scarred flesh."];
                }
            }
    }
}