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You’re Sigi. You’re in your last year of high school and never had a girlfriend, not that it matters in this situation.
Somehow, you’re involved in something that *seems* interesting. A disguised person handed you over the SECRET briefcase that you’re holding in your proportionally large hands, and gave you instructions to deliver it to an extravagant-looking woman in the bar over in the next street. No more details. Okay, they gave you the bar’s name so you don’t miss it, but that’s hardly worth pointing out.
This *seems* interesting because you’ve been part of nefarious marketing strategies before. One time, you got taken four stories deep into a building to <span class="mu-i">taste</span> sausages. Sausages! You had to fill a whole freaking survey! They weren’t even good! The samples were pitiful, and you didn’t get anything else. You don’t even remember which company this was for. At least, you went down a slide to get there, that’s what made it interesting. All disappointment from that point onwards.
Now you can go on and on, but you shouldn’t. You’re through that incident. This trauma <span class="mu-s">won’t</span> define you. And the only way to make sure you beat those demons is to go through with this.
Or don’t. Nobody orders you around. Except for several exceptions, like most of your classmates from Purple Rose, they know they can count on you. You can’t be a friendly man if you don’t do friendly things.
You shake the briefcase again to make sure there’s no bomb. You know it’s a thing that happens. People are really creative in ways to kill! An old way to murder people was for the assassins to hide <span class="mu-i">inside</span> suitcases, then pop out and make their victim eat bullets. The past is frightening, but half of the city has been bombed one way or another, so life sucks in general. This thing isn’t big enough for an assassin, unless it’s a child…
“I know you’re in there, child…” You preemptively make sure there are no enemies in it. It doesn’t appear to be a bomb, or a child. Or a bomb child. “It’s too light for either.”
But <span class="mu-i">what</span> is in there…?
…
You’re not supposed to be holding this, why do you care?
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>Open the Briefcase. Find out what’s inside. Curiosity will kill you, but nobody said when.
>Take it to the Bar as instructed. You’re doing this!
>Wait for the real recipient of the briefcase to show up. If they made a mistake, someone else has to show up.
>Write In.
