An offer

You yell, "Let go of my hand!" Pitti-sing suprisingly complies. You look at your arm and are relieved to notice that you are not bleeding. You took a course in mythology and know exactly how lycanthropy is spread. Pitti-sing interupts your thoughts by saying, "Wanna relax at my place?"

You say, "You are a WERECAT! Why should I trust you?"

Pitti-sing begins to cry. She sobs, "No one likes me! I was born this way. I can't help the way I am." You wonder if that was a bit too mean. Should you accept her offer?

Written by Mitchell Lord (edited by wanderer)

You accept the offer

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