1 Host &&. 4 Hostlings that
yell "Feed me!" but Host likes
to keep 'em malnourished.
"The twinkier the better."
He states, grinning at his
own devotees with
malice and malevolence.
It wasn't until he noticed
a rather fOuL odor, one
far too strong with an
unignorable familiar scent,
that he finally fixed his
demeanor. "Who's there?"
He called out- though he
wouldn't wait for a
response before continuing-
"It's you, isn't it?" Silence fills
the pure white room for
a few agonizingly long
seconds . . . You hear the
clock start to tick, then the
sound of his device's screen
dInG-dInGiNg! from a
sudden alert. The device
reads: "HIDE. DEFEND. RUN."
He wouldn't react . . he'd
simply stand there,
menancingly, as if he
were still waiting for an
answer from . . Well, you.
" Yes, you! "
Within the blink of an eye,
the once "malicious" and
"menancing" man would
turn to face you with
a completely different
physical expression.
"My dear friend!" He chimed.
"It's been so long!" A light
giggle escaped from his lips,
playful and cheery.
While waving his hands
at you, he started again:
"Let me guess ー You're . .
looking for something?"
As you reply with a simple
nod, he carefully lends
you his device. "Go on!"
There were about five
different names lined up
next to each-other on the
device's screen:
KILLJOY; The Doctor.
MAELO; Your classmate.
VIÉR; Your co-worker.
ANDRES; An old friend?
IUDEX; [REDACTED]
Which one will you choose?