GITHLI, MIG

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"Hey Kiddo." The voice was faint at first and echoed throughout the backrooms, a mirror image appeared, and span around in an office chair. "You seem awfully lonely here. Almost as if.."

The reflection purses it's lips before returning to it's sardonic grin. "You wanted me to be here, didn't you, kiddo?"

"Well, here I am." She proudly unfolds her arms, to which more arms follow. "But.. I almost feel like I'm wasting time here. You don't just invite a guest in without activities, right? And I am not talking about the ones you did among the Zariman, although really, the activities I give out are much more compelling and educational, don't you think?"