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Maximilian
The
Nightmare BovyneOwner: Sopheroo
Age: 14 years, 3 weeks, 4 days
Born: August 2nd, 2012
Adopted: 1 year, 7 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: January 3rd, 2025
Pet Spotlight Winner
September 15th, 2013
Statistics
- Level: 37
- Strength: 101
- Defense: 101
- Speed: 95
- Health: 98
- HP: 98/98
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Toys Played: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Parking Garage - Floor 1 (Left Wing)
You follow Celia as she heads further left, and can't help observing that the back walls are covered in writing.Unfortunately for you, whoever wrote on these walls absolutely failed Penmanship 101 and you can only decode a few words as in "Robot", "Masquerade", "Ballroom", "Soda" and "Chicken Dance".
Your partner seems very invested into codebreaking the graffiti, and you see her taking pictures and muttering things such as "I'd recognize that chickenscratch anywhere..." and "Please tell me you didn't do anything stupid...or she's gonna kill you"
Celia noticed that you're paying a lot more attention to her than to the wall hieroglyphics and for the first time, she seemt like she lost all sense of bravado.
Look, I can't tell you what's written - not here, anyway - but I'm pretty dang sure I know who wrote that. See, Abyss and I didn't just randomly fall into that investigation, we've been trailing this group for a while because...well, someone I know very well got involved and I don't want 'em to get in trouble. Or in more trouble that they already are, anyway.
It seems like a sore subject, so you decide not to press further. That's the polite thing to do, after all. But, Celia decided otherwise. Looks like you'll have to listen to some fluff and exposition before you can actually proceed into doing some ACTUAL investigating.
Oh well, that's your problem now, not mine. Hey, I'm just narrating the cool things you're doing, I can't exactly stop Celia from telling you everything on her chest, can I?
You know, I might act like I'm one of these cool Lower Ziara kids, but I'm more silver spoon than street rat. Family sent me to boarding school on Subeta kind-of-rich. Money can buy a lot of stuff - health, friends, material things - but it sure can't buy happiness so my brother and I found our thrills elsewhere.
Petty theft and serial shoplifting for me. Political activism for him and well...
You're hearing noises. Footsteps.
DAMN. People are coming. Quick, quick, this way!
You're quickly absconding away from the footsteps. Celia whispers something to you, but you guarantee her that what she just told you will remain between the two of you. For now.
- Go back to the central section
- Go right
- Head to the upper floor
- Go back to the ground floor