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Setiembre 2017, Lima

The bell above the door dingles frantically as Nuta shoves it open and slams it shut behind them, panting openmouthed and dripping slime onto the tiled floor. “H-help!” they stammer, glancing around the tiny space for any sign of life beneath the buzzing greenish fluorescents. There had to be an Inkling in here, and they had weapons, right? They spot somebody short-ish, probably a kid, and grab their shoulder. “You gotta- There’s something out there, you gotta help me!”