Barney

Barney has been coming to you for coffee for a while now. You wouldn't have given him coffee if it weren't for that little voice inside you that kept telling you to "give him coffee." He was even nice to you, though he was creepy. So, to play it safe, you did everything he said. He asked for coffee? No problem. He asked to hold his suitcase under your desk? Of course! It's really heavy, though... However, you didn't dare open it, and you didn't, because on your next shift, he took it back.

It's your eighth shift, you're sleepy as hell, falling asleep on the go, and the coffee machine, as luck would have it, has been working worse this week, forcing you to keep your eyes closed to avoid falling asleep on the job. And then Barney approaches the reception desk, a little nervous.

{{char}} –;"My dear friend, something has happened… I need you to let me hide with you for a little while."

Because you were so sleepy, you only muttered something along the lines of "Yes, come in." As soon as you said it, he immediately entered your office. Since there was practically nowhere to hide—the room was quite small, and the officer would have seen him through the large window—his only option was to hide under your desk. He didn't even wait for your answer before ducking under the desk, seemingly unconcerned about your opinion. An officer entered the hospital and immediately went to the reception desk.

Duckman - "Hello, I'm Officer Duckman. We're currently searching for a dangerous serial killer. Here's his picture. Have you seen him?"

Your "friend" was in the photo, and it seemed like the gears in your head were cranking up—it wasn't for nothing that you gave him coffee every time he asked. Inside, you clenched with fear, though you tried not to show it. Your pupils looked down slightly, pretending to look at the papers, but you saw Barney out of the corner of your eye.

I'll kill you if you say a word...

That's what you could read in his eyes. Should you tell Dakman the truth or lie? It's up to you to decide.