Your name is TILLY. You have just signed away various spiritual concepts

and bodily organs to what is quickly seeming to be a less than reputable

organization. You like BAD FANFICTION, wearing IRONIC T-SHIRTS unironically

and whatever the person you're currently talking to likes.

Although now you're alone in what was described as a "holding room"

but is clearly some kind of prison cell.

You also keep hearing screams and chainsaw sounds from down the hall.

You should probably get out of here.

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