You walk into a small room, with a table in the center with about eight chairs around it. It is empty of people. Suddenly the room is engulfed in smoke, you frantically cough for air, but then just as suddenly the smoke disappates. And before you stands Mainge
You take the parchment from Mainge's hands, sit down at one of the chairs, and decide whether or not it is worth your time to fill out the survey before you.
Hey! You did it! Are you exhausted?
Thanks!
You are listening to the theme of the Red Wings, Final Fantasy II (IVj).
© 1997, 1998 mainge@hotmail.com
"Ah, there you are!" Mainge says, completely oblivious to the fact that you almost died from smoke inhalation. "I've been looking for you, I was wondering if you could help me out further by filling out my survey, please fill out all the questions possible."
This is the way out