"Alrighty then, Dungeon's cleared. All that's left is for us to leave this joint."
"Yeah…but I won't be going outside with you though?"
"Oh yeah? How come?"
"I entered here secretly, remember? So I gotta leave in secret as well."
"I see. Well, later then!" I hurriedly turned away from her to walk away, but was halted almost immediately by the sensation of something grabbing on to my collar. Or what was left of it anyway. I looked back. It was Peyton.
"You knew exactly what I was gonna say next, didn't you?" She asked. She was smiling, so you'd think that it was an honest, genuine inquiry with no ill intent behind it.
You'd be wrong.
Still, I felt compelled to answer her very rhetorical question.
"I haven't the foggiest clue of what-"
"I'll be having a brief meeting with the Manager at the Association to give my report. I expect to see you there in no later than an hour."
"Why God, why!?"
I could only agonize internally in response to her obvious order.
