>>6342976“<span class="mu-i">If your previous encounters with my men have shown me anything, it’s that our organization has grown a tad bloated… and while most of that bloat belongs to Rolo, I won’t shed any tears if you decide to cut some fat here or there… it’ll certainly save me some bells, especially on catering at the year-end holiday party!</span>”
“Hear that, AnTOOL? I can kill as many morons as I wa-”
“<span class="mu-i">Did I say that?</span>” Croons the Cartel Capo! “<span class="mu-i">Right, right.. Need to use SIMPLE words around the devil… our little game won’t work if you turn it into a massacre–and if any guards so much as hear a holler or hellfire, well… I’ll have to do my job and sound the alarm! It’s a livin’!</span>”
She hasn’t gotten to her part in this yet–what’s this about ‘sport’?
“<span class="mu-i">Right, right, nearly forgot… Whichever way you choose, dear Anton, I’ll give you a head start… but after that, well…</span>” You can almost hear the girl licking her lips. “<span class="mu-i">I’ll be hunting you both. And don’t assume a little Hellfire will make me blush–I’ve killed far worse.</span>”
“Far worse than a DEMON?” Scoffs your favorite satanthing, “I’ll be sure to carve that into your tombstone!”
“<span class="mu-i">You’re right, you’re right… can’t blame a girl for trying, right?</span>” Sixface snickers, clearly not believing the words that earn a triumphant smirk out of your fiendish friend! “<span class="mu-i">So whaddaya say, hm? I’d tell you to take your time, but I don’t think Vhale will be taking his…</span>”
Her tone sinks into a sinister sneer. “<span class="mu-i">And I don’t intend to take mine either… juicy little things, Ruusdi’s sisters… I hope nothing creeps up on them unawares…</span>”
You were wondering when your sneaking would get you into trouble… regardless of how you feel, you’ve been thrust into a choice… and a nagging feeling in your skull tells you they’re all bad ones!
What’s the plan, Stan?
>Exit LEFT. Go after TT!>Exit RIGHT. Save her sisters!>Exit BA-nah, you wouldn’t… but could pretend cowardice pay off?>Split up! (Where do YOU go? Rezzie?)>Ask Sixface something!>Speak to Rezzie.>Write-In!Holy Christmas, sorry for the wait, all--today was... today was bad. Rough day at work. Won't leave you hanging like that again, honest!
