>>5700665“Well then, she adds as she primps her hair a little bit, “I suppose that covers it.” Staring at you for a moment, the girl removes another folded-up piece of paper from her dress and hands it to you. Is this-
“My <span class="mu-s">PHONE NUMBER,</span> yes.” She nods as she scans the cellar one more time. “Only for emergencies. Know that if I see you at the party I’ll treat you like I did before.”
Like trash, got it. Another wry grin sneaks onto her face.
“Nothing personal, but I have to keep up appearances.” She explains with a touch of warmth in her voice. “There’s another number on there as well–it’s the old <span class="mu-s">MAINTENANCE KEY.</span>”
Man, her handwriting is nice even with numbers! Checking the note once again, you spot the code almost immediately. Is… is this right?
“<span class="mu-s">4321,</span> yes…” Answers Mina with a bit of redness in her cheeks. “Our caretaker <span class="mu-s">CHUCK</span> has most likely already changed it, but it couldn’t hurt to try on some of the locks.”
Chuck, you repeat, is <span class="mu-i">he</span> here tonight?
“Most likely,” The Prez nods, “He has a <span class="mu-s">CABIN</span> North of here. It’s my understanding, however, that he’ll be watching the mansion perimeter and won’t be doing his duties until we leave tomorrow.”
Gotcha… struggling to put the <span class="mu-s">CODE AND PHONE NUMBER</span> into your pocket, your gracious host does it for you. Errr, thanks…
“One more thing,” she mutters. Before you can ask, the heiress leans in close and plants a polite <span class="mu-s">KISS</span> on your cheek! Turning red-hot almost immediately, your vision FLASHES and you’re practically babbling as she pulls away!
“Consider that a retainer fee.” She explains with a smile in her voice. “As for the blood, well, that’s just to make sure you don’t betray my trust.”
Brghblrwhuh?
“Just behave and we’ll be <span class="mu-i">fine</span>,” she giggles. “I need to go-anything else?”
Yea, you add, your cheeks still warm to the touch, what did that nurse inject me with back there? Mina cocks her head to the side.
“Inject?”
You’re about to direct her to the <span class="mu-s">SYRINGE</span> in your pocket, but catch yourself. It’d be a little tough to explain how you got it… unless you want to explain, that is.
“She came tonight in case of medical emergencies,” shrugs the heiress, “so I’d imagine it was something for the pain.” Just when you think she’s going to leave it at that, paranoia darkens the girl’s eyes.
“... if there are any side effects, however, I wouldn’t go to her for answers.”
Well <span class="mu-i">THAT’S</span> reassuring!
Is there anything more you’d like to ask?
>NOPE, YOU’RE GOOD!>YEA, ACTUALLY! (WRITE-IN!) 