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Sounds good. Still clutching the imp BY THE THROAT, you finish your journey down the STAIRS.

You find yourself in a SMALL, HUMBLY-DECORATED CHAMBER. There are two BRASS LAMPS keeping the place lit, and there is a single wooden DOOR leading outside. There are no other furnishings.

Hah

haha, just kidding.

The FOYER's walls are covered in beautiful TAPESTRIES stolen from tombs built by ancient civilizations. The ceiling bears an impressive mosaic of YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE, constructed of priceless gemstones pilfered from a WEALTHY FRIEND OF YOURS. There are seven doors, including the door leading outside, and they are all made of a STRANGE BLUE METAL and covered with EXOTIC RUNES.

There is also a cute little MAT OF WOVEN REEDS lying in front of the door leading outside.

...

It was...stolen from someone. Someone really big and powerful. It's worth a fortune.

Also those aren't normal reeds they're...magic...special...

...

Okay, MOVING ON! You notice your CAPTIVE IMP has teleported away. Eh, figures. Not like he was gonna tell you anything useful anyways.

What now?

No wonder the imp escaped. You really don't react very quickly, do you?

You open the door.

Outside is the concrete graveyard once called Frene. The wind blows loud, perhaps frustrated that the bodies littering the city*cape are long beyond a fear of the cold. Steel spikes climb high into the sky, piercing the thick layer of smog, remaining beacons of relative cleanness even as their occupants rot away within.

The world is dark, though it is midday. The sun has not shone through the purple mist for nearly three years. All around, the empty streets are clogged with flashing metal boxes. Some of the boxes do not flash, having broken down ages ago. It doesn't matter. They didn't do their job. The air remains a deadly toxin.

Your house is special, though. A gift from an, ah, 'friend'. As long as you stay within, the wards will hold. You haven't left your house in two years.

You note a small brown envelope several feet outside and give a grim smile. Soon, you will be forced to break that perfect record. You can only hope you've not been lied to.

Yup. Sure is one big deserted city.

Yuup.

You start to feel...dizzy. Unwell. The urge to CHEW SOMETHING.

Not this again.

You may or may not have a MENTAL CONDITION. You'd never admit it to anyone, not even your dearest (/only) friend, but it may be that the WARDS have not shielded you quiiite perfectly from the poisonous world beyond.

You slam the DOOR shut and stagger away, trying to keep your mind clear. You will not drool and chew the DOOR FRAME. You will not chew and drool the...wait, no...

Alright, you need something to distract yourself from the nausea, because there is

you are going to show weakness to the IMPS. What do you do?

Of course! You have always longed to bring the MENDACIOUS MENACES under your high heel! But how to capture a creature that can TELEPORT every few minutes? How to track down something so small and sneaky? How to outwit such cunning, genius, VERY SMART foes?

If only you had pursued the craft of HUNTING. Alas, that art, that...talent? You're looking for the word here. Feat? Ability?

Oh well; moving on. If only you had pursued it, perhaps you would have some idea. Alas, your talents are in more...how to put it...oh, of course, ACTUALLY USEFUL AREAS. Take that, friend of yours who hunts who you're currently not calling out by name right now for uncertain reasons! Yeah, that friend would be SO MAD if they knew you just thought that in your subconscious narrative.

SO MAD.

Anyways, you're not sure how to go about HUNTING this thing. Either you think of an IDEA or give up and try something else!