Your mother.
Rael cleared his throat. "Roger sent me. I met him when I first arrived here."
"You arrived...?" The guard tilted his head, lowering his spear. "Show me your arms."
"Sure?" Rael extended his arms forward, and the guard grabbed hold of them, neatly inspecting them.
Is he looking for that Hollow Touch infection thingy? Rael thought, as the guard finished his inspection and stepped back.
However, that poker face seemed a bit alarming.
"Okay, strip."
Rael's expression hardened as he looked the exhausted guard straight in the eyes.
"No."
"I need to check the other areas, so if you don't strip, I'm not letting you in." The guard shrugged. "The lurkers become very active during these hours, so for your own safety, I'd get this over and done with."
You want to play that game, don't you...? Rael let out a sigh as he proceeded to buy one neat little product.
•—Premium Shop—•
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