Villain Ch 1941. Lively Food
In two minutes, the gallery floor was a massacre of half-formed ghosts and flickering afterimages.
Allen stared down at the final fading servant. Its mouth opened.
Mariella's voice came through.
"We need to prepare the food soon."
"So lively, so warm. So noisy."
"Such… juicy… guests."
Then silence.
[QUEST UPDATED: FIND MARIELLA. DISCOVER WHAT SHE'S COOKING.]
"What the hell kind of objective is that?!" Red_King barked. "I don't care what she's cooking!"
"I'm not eating anything she made!" Mastercraft snapped.
"Why not?" Allen asked flatly, cleaning his daggers on a fallen ghost's tattered dress.
"Dude—" Mastercraft looked at him like he'd lost it. "It's ghost food!"
"Undead is fine," Red added, pacing. "Undead is dead with meat. Ghosts? Nah man. Ghosts are ideas. Bad ones."
Alex hugged himself. "I'm not a fan of horror games. Or movies. Or, y'know, this entire questline."
"You can't even play erotica games, man," Mastercraft confessed.
