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You leave the bistro a little wiser, at the cost of being burdened with far greater troubles (there's nothing to protect you from being bothered now). The wave of exotic nostalgia dissipates, and you find yourself feeling cold and isolated.
This investigation is running deeper than it should. Everytime you unravel a knot, it leaves five more in its place, it's like a network of esoteric tangles, and your aura's guilt is connected to it by a tangential thread.
The history of Phil'er'up prides itself on being built on the bases of synergy, but it's beginning to sound more like there are fouler conspiracies that make up the supports. Thinking back, it's almost like Subo was aware of this, such is the reason for the Victory Bell's existence.
You glance to the right, then to the left, before bobbing up to see the cave ceiling high up above.
"What the hell is going on in this town?"
>Explore Phil'erupA) Enter the residential district.
B) Consult with a protesting agnostic.
C) Search for a 'holeman' to speak to.
