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The lady behind the desk continues her cackling like she’s in a trance of eternal laughter. Cookie and you share a look, marveled and confused, like watching the Winter Olympics without knowing the sports’ rules – but one of the weird ones that nobody knows they added. This analogy makes little sense. Move on.
You move your gaze to the woman you noticed resting on one of the hammocks before: Ronda. She was beyond wasted last night, screaming to the moon for answers only a man with invisible powers could have. That man being You. It might sound egotistical, but you feel like you’re involved. With Cookie walking by your side, you approach the unconscious teacher.
“Ms. Ronda?” Cookie is not concerned about her well-being but she didn’t see her before, hence the confusion.
You ask your friend to be quiet while you engage with the fallen teacher. She’s mumbling something: the laments of being abandoned by her demon lord. Were you a demon to her? What was your character? You’re sure she’s talking about you, or the demon she met at the store.
“Why… Why did you abandon me…? I did… I did everythin’ you wanted…” Ronda mumbles as she delves deeper into her nightmares. She’s having a bad trip.
“Sounds nasty.” Cookie is getting the wrong idea. The lady’s perverted mind has influenced your pure tomato…
Ronda frowns. She reacted to Cookie’s words.
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>Rudely wake Ronda up. There’s no point talking to someone half asleep.
>Ask the Desk Lady what happened to Ronda and why she’s here. She’s a teacher and works at the Garden Shop, there’s no correlation.
>Talk to Ronda. Pretend to be the demon from her dreams and tell her she did good, but you must leave forever for malignant reasons.
>Pat Ronda’s head and leave. If you intervene, you’ll make things worse. There’s no good path to take.
>Write In.
