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videntally manners aren’t your strong suit. You grab the solution out of his hands and squeeze the tube over the poster. The ink from the poster and the solution combine to form a nauseating gas. The ink disappears, revealing a small RFID chip.
“You impolite rapscallion.” The well-groomed man decks you across the chin. Given your glass jaw, you fall unconscious.
When you come to, you’re in a chair and tied up. The poster, the solution, and the well-groomed man are all gone. And dang, you’re pretty hungry to boot.
To yell out for help, go to 39.
To smash the chair, go to 80.