>>6062329>>6062348>>6062451>>6062492>>6062540>>6062543Whatever it is, you're pretty certain you'd rather kill it than let it kill you, even if you weren't supposed to kill it. Tossing one of the finished meals into the recycling bin, you rush out to be on time.
"Not bad for such short notice. Katriina sang your praises well. Follow me."
The Anglo man leads you down a stairwell to another airlock style checkpoint, which you're aware leads into and out of the storm drain. He weighs his words carefully as the processes of letting you downstairs go through.
"Our quarry is a creature of perfect gluttony," L4 Blythe begins, waxing poetic.
Oh, you know. "A letiva," you interject.
"Immeasurably worse," he replies. "It is the perfect termite."
"<span class="mu-i">Nälkäinen.</span>"
