Killers and victims, killers and victims. Three of your own have fallen prey to murderous intent last week. Your numbers keep shrinking. Azura has fallen prey to Franciscus in the same night that Olympia betrayed her friend Millium and killed Cian who wound up in the crossfire. At this rate, is there anyone you can trust?
The townspeople's anger burns hotter than ever. Wherever they go, must they live in fear of stumbling on a corpse? They can't live like this. More than ever, the visitors are being shown that they are
unwelcome.
Walking outdoors, cold looks are the norm. Shouted profanity isn't unexpected. Barely anybody is willing to still hold a conversation with any visitors.
Even within the motel, there is no feeling of safety any longer. Not only have two people died in this very place, no, now the townspeople also lost their fear of coming inside. While they don't enter private rooms, the daring among them vent their hatred of you by vandalizing the common rooms.
Cartesio has become a menacing place.
In the lobby of the motel there's a few more brochures, and
the maps have been updated once again. Don't mind that some of them have been damaged in one of the attacks on the motel.
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Hey.
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I was hoping we'd seen the last of each other. Hands up, Mr. Keith.
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I'm telling you right now, none of us want to be here. None of us want to deal with this.
[He'll raise his hands, sure. Slowly. A bit sarcastically.]
But you're not going to believe me. Again.
[Yeah, let's just distract the cops with an argument until their time runs out....]
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[ She shoots that back at him. Yeah, she's definitely not going to believe you, Keith. ]
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[That's stated like this is the most obvious thing in the world???]
You said it yourself. I'm a bad liar. How do you figure I suddenly got real good at it?
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Just keep your hands up, alright? I've a missing man to deal with.