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“No...?” You have no idea what this wheelchair rat is talking about. “Are you okay? What’s going on?”
“You don’t know? That must mean that you’re not one of them...” The squeaking girl is more confused than ever. “Who... are you? Why are you here?”
“Hey, I asked first.” You frown.
“Did you come here to save me…?” The wheelchair rat gets a little flustered.
“Save you? From what?” You want your answers, damn it.
“Them.” She trembles.
“Who are they?” You don’t like where this is going.
“The kidnappers.” The rat girl is frightened.
“I guess you are not okay.” Your detective skills are on par with a regular policeman's.
“I’m not! I’m hurt, hungry, and I’ve been locked in here for hours…! I hate this place! I HATE IT!!!” She sounds more frustrated than scared now. “They told me that there’s no way for me to escape, and that even if I managed to leave this room, the rest of the building isn’t wheelchair accessible. All I know is that someone is going to come over and take me away for good. And I thought that person was you!”
“Oh, blast, that’s awful.” You scratch the back of your head. “Do I look that threatening?”
“From the shadows, anyone does.” The girl points out.
“That makes sense.” You didn’t see it that way.
“Who cares anyway? Take me away now before they come back! PLEASE!!!” Tears start falling from Rat girl’s eyes…
Huh… You don’t like being ordered around…
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>“Do I take you to the police or what?” You need a plan if you’re going to put your neck on the line.
>“I’ll only do it because you said ‘please’, so as long as you keep being nice, I’ll help.” Agree to take her away… somewhere else.
>“Heard there’s a mafia guy involved, and I kinda don’t want to die, so, y’know, uh, good luck…” You’re no knight in shining armor. Reject to help.
>Write In.
