The door slowly opened. A giant pale-blue flying squirrel wearing eyeglasses, a necktie and a fedora, came out. He was happy when he saw you.
"Finally..." he said as he picked you up. "... someone came to tell me about the current events" and he entered his castle.
Inside it was decorated more like a department rather than a castle. It has some kind of radio, an oven and a big blue couch. The giant squirrel put you in a table next to a typewriter.
"What do you mean with "current" events?" you asked.
"You see, I am a reporter. My name is Spl... it is Larry. (sorry for the bad choice if name). I am suppose to be writing about the important events that happen under this castle."
"So then, you ask the strangers that come here?"
"Basically, yes."
"Then, how many people has come already?" you asked.
"Counting you? About 4" said Larry.
"Where are they?" you asked.
"They "suffered" an accident for getting on thing that was not of their business." said in a serious tone.
"OK, I understand. Sorry to tell you but..." you were interrupted by the radio which transmitted the sound of a voice calling for help.
"What is that?"
"It is... nothing. If you excuse me I have to leave. I'll be back soon." said as he entered a room.
"Where are...?" you stopped as you the squirrel's angry expression. He closed the door and you heard a crashing in the room. Next you saw was a blue light disappearing in the sight.
"What was...?" you noticed the door opened. You could peek a little. But you then thought that if you did that "Larry" would be angry... unless you did that quickly.
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