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[Takes a seat next to Boss.

Hi, Boss. Been a while]

[sup.

just kind of. contently eating his rations.]

Need something?

When do I get to meet the guy in your memories with the mask? He actually seems competent.

[just a beat of silence.

and then he's just.

fucking laughing.]

Glad to see you made it out of the Horror House as sane as when you went in.

[tapers of his laughter with a sigh, almost of fondness.]

Could say the same for you. How'd you fair with that dining room gathering, by the way?

Got murdered and my blood was used to perform a Satanic ritual.

Yourself?

Got thrown into a mirror my first round, killed a friend and got murdered the second, killed another friend and ended up in a mirror again for the third, and killed my ex-now-boyfriend-again in the last round.

[he's doing great.]

Can you really call them friends after you murdered them?

Or was that the criteria for selecting them?

The criteria was betrayers.

Considering anyone who went insane was a betrayer...

[vague gestures.]

"Everyone betrays, so everyone should be punished accordingly."

But I noticed you didn't list any non-friends in the people you murdered.

Being your friend must be terrifying.

Most people here are my friends, Intensity. It's basic statistics.

I suppose it must be for Mr. Popular.

Still sore I didn't pay you much attention?

Absolutely. I thought we had something special.

And then I ran into your 5 significant others in that last run through the mansion. My my looks like you've been busy.

You say that like it's something to be judged, but if everyone's happy with the way things are, who are you to judge in the first place?

What? You want in?

You couldn't possible keep me satisfied.

Which is why you go out of your way to approach me and sit down to talk with me, of course.

[looks so damned humored.]

Bored not having a challenge to work on? It's only been a day since the last game, Intensity.

I've been working on the same goddamn puzzle since the day I got here, Boss.

I was just wondering if you gave up on it.

[siiiiighs, running a hand through his hair.]

No... I've just had a lot of things happen all at once again.

... if you need info on the house, I don't have much except the spirit and the fact that I stole a suit that might have belonged to the owner.

I'm surprised you have even that much considering how distracted you were.

Being stuck in mirror for a hundred years at a time gives you a lot of time to think, even when possessed and insane.

Yes, for you I imagine that must have been rather---

Wait. What?

If you got shoved into a mirror, it felt like you were there for a hundred years. Or something like that.

I got shoved in twice.

No, not that. The possessed part.