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You don’t have to walk long before you see it–a collection of jagged, almost alien metal fingers reach skyward out of a massive building resembling the shell of some kind of tortoise cyborg!
“Yow,” Ly remarks as the reflection from the blood-red sun makes you wince, “Dat’s uh… dat’s a bit <span class="mu-i">too</span> artistic for me, kid.”
This right here, you mutter, shaking your head in disapproval, <span class="mu-i">this</span> is the kind of stuff <span class="mu-r">ART BITCHES</span> find ‘<span class="mu-i">Event Gourd</span>’ or whatever! For all you know the toilets could be fishbowls filled with fertilizer or some weird crap like that! Disgusting!
“Perfect place ta’ hold someone against their will, huh?” Ly remarks as you begrudgingly continue towards the towering double doors at the front entrance. “Don’t look easy ta’ break in, either–does dat’ eyesore even have <span class="mu-i">windows?</span>”
Not your problem, you shrug, not that you see any on the building’s non-Euclidean exterior. Speaking of, you continue, you might wanna head out, Mitz–there’s no telling who’s watchi-
It takes you a moment to realize that you’re completely alone. Huh.
“Guess she’s pretty good at dat’ when she ain’t lazin’ around…” Ly muses as you look around for your backup! Scanning the streets, it takes you a moment to feel a slip of paper in your pocket–fishing it out, you find yourself looking at a fresh note written in surprisingly girly handwriting:
<span class="mu-b">‘Whistle if ya’ need me! Won’t let ya’ down. <3~Mitz’</span>
Well, you mutter, stuffing the note into your pocket, guess that settles that, huh?
Little did you know that it was <span class="mu-s">JUST THE BEGINNING! OoOOOoooOH!</span>
<span class="mu-b">DECISION TIME! WHOSE PERSPECTIVE DO YOU FOLLOW?</span>
>STAN’S!
>MITZI’S!
