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In any other situation you’d be a little more wary of the strange old man commanding you to eat, but once the scent drifts up from the bowl and into your nostrils, you find yourself taken over again by <span class="mu-r">THE HUNGER!</span>
The <span class="mu-i">normal</span> kind, that is. Tearing into the stew like a starved wolf, you don’t even need the spoon as you scarf down the meal in seconds flat! The man watches you with impassive eyes as you wipe the remains from the sides of your mouth before tasting a hearty spoonful himself.
“Seconds if you want.” He grunts before nodding towards the pot. You <span class="mu-i">want</span>, sure, but you manage to hold it together… if Pepper were here she’d be assaulting this guy with questions! Especially if he is who you think he is!
You start with an easy one: who is he, exactly?
“<span class="mu-s">GROUNDSKEEPER.</span>” He grunts before taking another bite from his bowl. You gathered, you frown, but what about his <span class="mu-i">name</span>?
“Call me <span class="mu-s">CHUCK</span>,” the groundskeeper replies with a hint of wariness in his tone. “And you?”
Diesel, you sigh as you feel the stew settle in your stomach next to the coffee–you’re uh… you’re the Pizza Delivery Guy.
The old man grunts again in between chewing. “‘Zat so.”
This guy’s a real chatterbox, huh? <span class="mu-i">And</span> on Hauser’s payroll. Dangerous. Still, he hasn’t murdered you yet, and that’s enough to convince you to dig deeper. He’s… he’s Libby’s dad, right?
The bowl falls out of his calloused hands as he shoots out of his chair! “You’ve seen her?! WHERE IS SHE!?”
The sudden anger in his voice causes you to sink back into the bed! You don’t know, you retort in as calm of a voice you can muster, but you saw her earlier! At the party!
The fire in the old man’s eyes dissipates almost immediately as anger gives way to sadness. “... I see…”
He’s, you mutter, trying not to poke a sensitive spot, he’s looking for her, huh? The mountain man gives you a slow nod.
“Had a message for her, but she never showed,” He growls as he looks out the window at the torrential rain pounding against the glass, “... ain’t gonna kid myself. Been out there all night and haven’t found a trace.”
The cozy cabin air grows a little colder between you two. What, uh… what was the message?
“First thing’s first.” Chuck begins in his grizzled voice as he reaches into his pocket, “Where’d you get <span class="mu-i">this</span>?”
Out from his coat’s many pockets comes a familiar <span class="mu-s">HARD DRIVE</span>.
>TELL THE TRUTH!
>LIE!
>DEFLECT–WHERE DID HE FIND IT?
>STAY QUIET!
>ATTACK!
>RUN!
>WRITE-IN!
