△ Staedtler pencil △

You arrived at a room where there were people from different secret sects; the place was a psychological group to share their problems and solve them together. You sat down in an armchair, while the others spoke. A man with a triangular hood approached you, said nothing, and sat beside you. When everyone was talking and sharing their problems, you learned that some had stress problems. When you shared your problems, Ron laughed.
Ron: Ha! Seriously, those are problems? I have to erase minds! You don't know what it means to be in a secret cult.
says rum mockingly

from inside the job