"Couldn't get any lower, even if I tried."
"Tell me, who are you actually?"
"Me?" old man John paused, glancing up and down at Staxius, "-no one special," came a blatantly avoidant tone. Curiosity, the greater unknown sin, had Staxius glaring at the reception desk. Menti, shaken from the attack, turned to be threatened at eye-point, "-fine, fine," she brushed off the gaze, "-I'll tell you." John's staggered step limped past the desk, he threw a sigh over his shoulder, pushing the door into the staff room. "Care to continue this at a more private location?"
"Sure."
The place changed, but not in a way she liked. "-Why are we here?" she narrowed, crossing her arms and rubbing her shoulders.
