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He raises an eyebrow but he gets up out of his seat. "Sure. Let's see what our resident psychopath has to show us this time. Is it another dead rat? Is it a lightbulb that was a bit too bright?" He disappears into the kitchen, leaving you with your four allies.
You take this moment to talk to Alexis. "Okay, I need you to clarify. What do you mean by 'his' type? You said that and it's pretty damn vague." You get up out of your seat and walk around the table to talk to her. The other two are busy cleaning up the mess made by your collective binge.
There's an odd tinge of rage in her voice as she answers. "He's a fucking Nest dweller. They don't understand what it takes to actually do our jobs." She grumbles with obvious resentment. "He's some prissy rich asshole. Don't trust a single thing that cockchew has to say."
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] "Nest" refers to upper-class sections of Districts reserved for those with connections, capital, or they work directly with a Company.
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] It would take the average non-Nest dweller their whole life just to earn enough money to buy a simple house there.
Alexis goes back to finishing her burger. "The only thing he's going to do is grind you under his heel. That's all they're good for." Seems like all she had to offer was a lot of whining and seething. Though, if he is a 'Nest dweller', he probably has enough connections to fuck you up if you get out of line.
Sobering thought, if terrifying. You decide not to keep your guest waiting. You make a beeline towards the kitchen. He's currently wandering around the empty kitchen with a bored look glazed in his eyes. "Wow. This is the place that had human meat, huh~? Wowie." He stretches while letting out a long yawn. "Again, I keep telling you, the Harvester market isn't worth it. They make up 2% of the population but they commit-"
Before he can finish spitting out crime statistics, you point at the freezer. "There. You'll understand. You HAVE to understand after seeing it." You quickly rush over to the door and force it open. You point at the sigil carved into the back of the first door. "You WILL understand. I FUCKING PROMISE YOU!"
"...What the?" He tilts his head when he sees the sigil. You got his attention now but you don't know for how long. You gesture at him to follow you deeper into the freezer. He glances around at the various A-Energy boxes still lingering in the freezer. His grin wavers a bit. "The fuck?"
Before he has time to question what you're doing, you force open the second freezer door to reveal the containment cell. You point at the needles and the bizarre work monitoring system. "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE THE WORK OF A RESTURANT TO YOU?! DOES IT?!" You grab onto the silver cloth and hold it up to his face.
"WELL? HUH? WHAT ABOUT THIS SCREAMS THAT I'M MAKING IT UP?!"
>16: SUCCESS
>-1 SAUVENESS
"...What the actual fuck have you gotten yourself into?" The Handler tries to laugh this off. "I didn't sign up for this."
