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“Uhm. . .” muttered Alyssa.

Vokkov turns his head, “What?”

“They’re not supposed to be down here, right?”

“Pretend they’re not here. Just keep holding that sign, Alyssa.”

“Should I pretend that they are looking at the sign as well? Doesn’t matter I guess. What do you think they might be looking for?”

“Nothing that will be of satisfaction to them.”

“Maybe nothing is something to someone.”

“Or no one.”

“Did you just call our guest a nobody?”

“No one invited them down here.”

“Ahh, I see. Well these ‘uninvited guests’ are still guesting down here. Much like everything else, they can’t stay forever.”

“Okay you, listen.” Vokkov is now talking to you, “We’re a small team, and coding isn’t our strongest attribute. We’re merely a manifestation of disturbed minds on a journey of art. Nothing more, but perhaps something less. Nonetheless, we’re quite proud with how this turned out. So do us a favor and fuck off back up and pretend you didn’t see this.”