Cadenza: Amor
Chapter 2: What in Carnation? > What? I just got here!
How would you know what happened here? The lounge was in this state of disarray when you got here. The barkeep's facial expression softens, but he still seems to be on to you.
"Are you sure? It's a little suspicious for you to be the only person here right now."
You'd think the lounge would have CCTV cameras or anything that can shed light on whatever altercation could have happened here. What could it have been? A brawl? An elaborate prank?
"No, I'm getting ahead of myself. Sorry for suspecting you. I'll just call security to investigate this and clean up all this mess." The barkeep turns around and searches for something on the shelves. He takes a small bowl, a few bottles, and a spoon, placing them on the counter.
"I figure you might have been here for a drink or a snack? I'll prepare a little something for you. Just take a seat."
He walks to the fridge and takes a bottle of honey, then returns to the spot where he left the items from the shelf, to prepare a drink for you. You watch him meticulously measure each ingredient with a bevy of measuring spoons, and stir it gently.
He then slides the finished drink to you, wordlessly.
You look at the carefully crafted drink and take a sip as the barkeep tries to clean up the mess. As requested of you, you give the barkeep your opinions on the honey spritzer.
Now, you have the urge to go to the bathroom. You check on the bathroom closest to the lounge, just to find both of them locked, with a "Cleaning Time" sign hanging on the doorknobs.
The only other bathrooms are located downstairs, so you make your way to the elevator. Inconveniently for you, the display panels close to the doors shut off just as you press the "down" button. The fire exit seems to be the only way to go, at this point.
You overhear what seems to be muffled conversation as you make your way down.
"… what I want… can't… you better…"
"I can't do… one time… not again…"
"…I leak… reputation will be… sees it…"
"You monster!"
"It's not like I didn't warn you not to get involved with me. I know you couldn't resist me, because I was the only one who could love you."
"You played me for a fool. I shouldn't have trusted you."
"Just do as I say, and we can live our lives peacefully. No one and nothing to run away from. All my riches would be yours."
"Do you think I care about that?"
"I'm the only person you have left. Remember that."
"I can't do this, Brandon."
"Are you sure? It's a little suspicious for you to be the only person here right now."
You'd think the lounge would have CCTV cameras or anything that can shed light on whatever altercation could have happened here. What could it have been? A brawl? An elaborate prank?
"No, I'm getting ahead of myself. Sorry for suspecting you. I'll just call security to investigate this and clean up all this mess." The barkeep turns around and searches for something on the shelves. He takes a small bowl, a few bottles, and a spoon, placing them on the counter.
"I figure you might have been here for a drink or a snack? I'll prepare a little something for you. Just take a seat."
He walks to the fridge and takes a bottle of honey, then returns to the spot where he left the items from the shelf, to prepare a drink for you. You watch him meticulously measure each ingredient with a bevy of measuring spoons, and stir it gently.
He then slides the finished drink to you, wordlessly.
You look at the carefully crafted drink and take a sip as the barkeep tries to clean up the mess. As requested of you, you give the barkeep your opinions on the honey spritzer.
Now, you have the urge to go to the bathroom. You check on the bathroom closest to the lounge, just to find both of them locked, with a "Cleaning Time" sign hanging on the doorknobs.
The only other bathrooms are located downstairs, so you make your way to the elevator. Inconveniently for you, the display panels close to the doors shut off just as you press the "down" button. The fire exit seems to be the only way to go, at this point.
You overhear what seems to be muffled conversation as you make your way down.
"… what I want… can't… you better…"
"I can't do… one time… not again…"
"…I leak… reputation will be… sees it…"
"You monster!"
"It's not like I didn't warn you not to get involved with me. I know you couldn't resist me, because I was the only one who could love you."
"You played me for a fool. I shouldn't have trusted you."
"Just do as I say, and we can live our lives peacefully. No one and nothing to run away from. All my riches would be yours."
"Do you think I care about that?"
"I'm the only person you have left. Remember that."
"I can't do this, Brandon."
The man in black turns to his right and leaves the woman behind. You can't see much of his face, or even his mask as he descends the stairs ahead of you. You part ways as you see a sign reading "BATHROOMS THIS WAY" on one of the floors.