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Undercover First Date You are an undercover police officer working as a college student, investigating a series of murders within the city university. What is your name? <<textbox "$name" "default name">> The murderer you're investigating leaves the bodies in gruesome fancy, without their hearts. For a week, you have been flirting with your primal suspect: Vanessa, a medicine student, and tonight is the first time she's calling you to her apartment. To knock on her door and start the game, click [[here.->apartment]]

<img src="img/neutral.png" class="baseimage">\ She opens the door for you. You enter a small living room, with a tv in front of a three-seat sofa. At your right, there's the kitchen and a dark corridor, presumably leading to her room. The light of the streets pers the curtains of a glass window. You bought a pack of beers. “Hey, nice place.” You [[say->Where do you sit?]]

<img src="img/happy.png" class="baseimage">\ “Thank you, I’ve cleaned up this morning. Make yourself comfortable, I already have cold beer". Vanessa answers as she picks up your pack and walks towards the refrigerator." Where do you sit? [[Sofa.]] [[Purple Puff.]] [[Doesn’t sit.]]

<img src="img/neutral.png" class="baseimage"">\ The Sofa is comfortable — You relax a little while on top of what you think is synthetic leather, in the same color as the black mirror of the turn-off tv, that covers a good portion of your view. She sits beside you, offering a cold beer. You accept. [[Do you want to order something from Tom's?->Tom's pizza idea]]

<img src="img/neutral.png" class="baseimage">\ The puff is big enough to engulf you, limiting your ability to get up without help. That new angle from the ground makes the painting above the black couch way more intimidating. [[You want to order something from Tom's?->Tom's pizza idea]] [[that's a big painting.->Wow, that's a big painting.]]

<img src="img/sad2.png" class="baseimage">\ You didn’t feel comfortable sitting anywhere. Maybe you're too nervous. She returns with two cold beers. She offers one, and you accept. “Is everything ok? I did clean everything, I swear, haha.” [["No, it's ok, but a think I'm not used to dates as I wish to be"]] [[I’m scared, I just saw a crockroach, haha. (a lie)]]

<img src="img/angry.png" class="baseimage">\ "Oh my god, really? Where did it go?" Vanessa says. "I think she ran to the kitchen, right around the marble table" you answer. She quickly grabs one of her shoes on the floor and walks to where you are pointing. Now, you're on her back, away from her sight. "I fucking hate old buildings." She says while she kneels towards the kitchen cabinets, looking for an insecticide. You know that she hates insects. [[You wait for her]] [[You slowly walk towards the dark corridor of the apartment, looking for an open door.]]

<img src="img/happy.png" class="baseimage">\ "Sure. My half will be something with pineapple. Yours?" "Pepperoni." "I like it, too" She [[smiles->beers]].

<img src="img/neutral.png" class="baseimage">\ You open your's and it tastes good while you see her call a restaurant, get the remote control on the sofa and then sitting right next to you. "What do you want to watch?" She asks. "I heard of an X-Files marathon starting at 9, have you watched some?" "It's that old show, right? isin't it bad?" [[how about we try just one episode? Then we decide what to do next.->X-files Pilot]] [[So what do you want to do?]] [[Whatever.]]

<img src="img/happy.png" class="baseimage">\ You two keep chatting until a pizza arrives in less than 20 minutes. The pizza smells delightful. She draws a knife of exaggerated size from the knife block but doesn't seem bothered by it, slicing the food with ease in four simple moves. You both eat in the sofa, watching the tv. In the begining, she found the style of the show nothing but funny. However, something makes her pay close attention. Focusing not in the laughs, but in the couple on the tv. "I like them.", she later tells while the episode is closing to it's end. [["Who?" ->About Scully and Fox]]

<img src="img/neutral2.png" class="baseimage">\ "Have you watched Madmen?" "I heard of it. Kinda historical? about advertising." "Yeah, but good. The best thing I have ever watched." "Really? Why?" "It's amazing. When a finished, I spent days looking at my ceiling, wondering. I thought I had watched a documentary, not a TV show, and those characters all lived and died before I was even born. " "Wow. It hit you hard, hmm? Now I have to watch at least the first episode" You [[laugh->Watching Madmen]] a little.

<img src="img/serious.png" class="baseimage">\ "You don't care what we're watching?" She says. [[Does it, really? Matters more what we're doing after.]] [[I trust that you're going to be a nice host.]]

<img src="img/sad2.png" class="baseimage">\ After a minute, she picks up the poison spray and crouches around the kitchen, finding nothing. "I'm sorry, I just hate this." "It's alright. Want to order something from Tom's?" "Sure. Sit on the couch. The tv controller is on it. I'll grab some beers." "[[Okay->Tom's pizza idea]], what is your half?

You think she's taking time to find any poison, and three steps toward the corridor lead you to almost pitch blackness, except for a dim light coming from an ajar door on your right. What do you do? [[Investigate the dim light.]] [[Get back to the living room.]]

You open the door and see that the dim light comes from a table lamp, and you are entering Vanessa's guest room. [[Leave the room.]] [[Investigate more.]]

<img src="img/sad2.png" width="30%">\ When you return to the living room, you wait a minute of Vanessa swearing about the existence of cockroaches until she finds the poison, but not a single insect around the kitchen. "I'm sorry, I just hate this." "It's alright. Want to order something from Tom's?" "Sure. Sit on the couch. The tv controller is on it. I'll grab some beers." "[[Okay->Tom's pizza idea; 1 Karma]], what's your flavor?

<img src="img/serious.png" width="30%">\ When you return to the corridor, you see Vanessa at the end of it, in front of the living room. "Are you looking for something?" She asks and smiles. "The bathroom, haha. I'm kinda bursting." "Oh, sure, you can use the one in my room. Is the last door on the left." "Thanks." You open the door that she indicates, and you enter an impeccable bedroom with a bedside table, wardrobe, and a tidy bed. The bathroom door is open, too, and a faint smell of lavender surrounds you as you turn on the sink, the flush, pretending. Did she think it was weird? You didn't like her smile. You're messing it up. [[Return to the living room ->Living room; 01 karma]]

<img src="img/angry.png" class="baseimage">\ You turn on the light switch and start to search for any proof of involvement of Vanessa in the killings, silently opening the drawers, when you feel the touch of something on your back. Turning your head, you see her carrying the insecticide she was looking for, pointing it to your eyes. She sprays it. You fall to the ground, screaming, trying to remove the liquid that surrounds your face. You taste the chemical acid that rapidly starts to blend with your tears that fail to remove the poison around the corners of your eyes. "I thought we could have at least a good time, $name. I don't know what I'm going to do with you, but that's not the real problem. Everything you said to me wasn't true." You try to get to your feet, but Vanessa kicks your ribs. "Now I know people are investigating me, $name, and that's not the real problem. You broke my heart." "[[Please-> GAME OVER]], no."

<img src="img/neutral.png" class="baseimage">\ "Something with pineapple. Your half?" "Pepperoni. I don't get why people like fruit on pizza." "Have you tried?" "No, why would I?" "Because people tend to miss a lot of great things. I don't love pineapple, but maybe you could since you hate it so much." "This doesn't make sense, Vanessa." "It does. Hate and love are not opposites." "Well, my hate of pineapple is the opposite of my love for lasagna. Have you tried it?" "I even know a delicious recipe, you silly." "For real? Now I have to knock out of the park this first date." "So you weren't intending to be a good date, $name?" "I was, but now there's a lasagna on the line." "Let's hope you don't mess it up. What we're going to watch?" [[Have you heard of X-Files?]] [[I don't know, do you have something on your mind?->So what do you want to do?]]

<img src="img/sad.png" width="30%">\ She lifts her leg and starts to step on you. You try to run, but she hits you in the head first, blurring your vision. The pain of her boots and the burn in your eyes slowly [[disappear.->Thank you for playing]]

<img src="img/serious.png" class="baseimage">\ When you return, you found Vanessa on the couch. She's speaking with someone on the phone, and there's a huge knife piled together with two plates, on the tiny living table. "Yes, pepperoni, but wait for a second, please." She stares at you. "What will be your half?" "Pepperoni is fine." You respond, afraid to reveal your taste for pineapple. She finishes the order, you sit by her side. "What we're going to watch?" She asks. "I heard of an X-Files marathon starting at 9, have you watched some?" "Isn't that an old show? about aliens." [[How about we try just one episode? Then we decide what to do next. ->X-files Pilot]]

<img src="img/happy.png" class="baseimage">\ "The couple. Scully and Fox." "You liked them? They're the best." you say. "I know that the show have a lot o seasons, but you somewhat knows just for them, too, that they will make a great duo. They are opposites, but both are cool with this. Maybe one of them will fall in love. It can compromise the whole thing." [["I think we're somewhat similar to them."]] [["Yeah, totally."]] [["And they will investigate some nasty things. Like those bodies with missing hearts found on the campus, you know?"]]

<img src="img/blush.png" class="baseimage">\ "Yeah? How so?" "You're doing med school and you look so... resolute. Skeptical. I don't want to apply for the FBI but I love all this weird stuff, not quite like Mulder, but yeah. "And you think we could make good partners?" "Yes, because we're different. You would reveal things to me that I couldn't grasp because my mind works in other manners. No criminal would stand a chance." "But I could get tired of you, Mr. Fox. With all your bullshit about the supernatural." "No way you would, you think I'm funny." "Are you sure?" "[[Yeah]]."

<img src="img/neutral2.png" class="baseimage">\ Slowly, the conversation slips into college stuff, bad teachers, and funny moments at parties. You laugh, she's genuinely funny. She then tells you for the first time that she was from a tiny city in England. Her father had a farm there and she hated it. She's lying. You dug into her past and her present, you know she barely has friends and barely socializes. She's from New York, a big and rich family. But you also know that, as a new acquaintance of hers, with not a single friend in common, there's no way you would know all of this, so you keep [[playing]] her game.

<img src="img/blush.png" class="baseimage">\ You kiss her, your lips touching the half of hers. She moves only when you do it again, this time kissing her neck — then she starts to smell you and hold you with a delicate grip. Minutes later you both return to watch another episode, and the pizza Minutes after, Vanessa guides you to her room, and for the next hour, you completely forgot the reason why you came to her house. You slept on her bed. Vanessa is on your right, naked beneath the sheets, and the clock on your bedside table tells that you're waking in the middle of the night, at 3 a.m. What do you do? [[You snuggle in her body, searching for heat.->Falling in love?]] [[You seize the opportunity to silently investigate the house.]]

Getting out, you try the opposite door of the corridor, seeing a dim light that comes from a table lamp, as you're entering Vanessa's guest room. You begin to [[search]].

You carefully search for a false bottom, or any hidden compartment, without making too much noise. Beneath the light of the table lamp, the world around is dead silent. For a moment, you doubt her involvement in the murders. If she's killing, she must be hiding something here. Maybe you missed the person, maybe you just want to go back to her bed. The night was good. All of it. You didn't quite expect that, but you're wishing her innocence. But then you realize that this studio doesn't have a bathroom. Weird, because this studio has the same size as the bedroom — a room that was designed to be another dormitory, and is being used now as an office. You investigate the [[wallpaper]].

Double-Minutes of fumbling under the cellphone light are enough for you to feel a vertical crack line. You search for a way to insert a finger to pull a door, finding a tiny hole on the floor. You pull it, revealing a dark room. Your cellphone illuminates dozens of papers and photos pinned on the walls. There is no faucet, mirror, or toilet, but a chair. You see a [[light switch]].

A white light reveals photos of the previous victims, alive and dead. Drawings of archaic symbols are surrounded by notes full of question marks, and pictures of ground full of wood sticks and leaves suggest that Vanessa is making some kind of ritual made of candles, tiny bones, and red cloth. You found it. The proof that Vanessa is behind the killings, and the possible location of where she hides all the hearts missing from the victims. What do you do? [[Take pictures and return to her bed.]]

<img src="img/sad.png" class="baseimage">\ You leave the studio, putting everything in the right places. When you return, you see her awake, sitting in the bed. What do you do? [[Run.]] [[Stay.]]

<img src="img/serious.png" class="baseimage">\ "I can show you. Do you want? You trust me?" [[Yes ->Love Ending]] [[...->Love Ending]]

<img src="img/blush.png" class="baseimage">\ "Because it's not only for vengeance. I can show you." She walks towards you. "What did you come to my house, $name? Did you want to kiss me, sleep with me? or it was just your job? Since the moment that you were flirting with me, in the cafeteria, was it just you doing your job as an undercover cop?" "No." "Because to me, it was very real. At first, I thought I didn't need any of this. You." You meet her in the dark, in the middle of the room. You reach her hand, but she's shivering. "Do you want to leave?" She whispers. "No" You kiss her. She's still asleep when you wake up the next morning. As you watch, you start to believe that you don't want to do your job [[anymore.->Thank you for playing]]

<img src="img/serious.png" class="baseimage">\ She smiles at you. "Do you like it?" [[It's kinda scary.]] [[I don't know. Looks a bit too much for the room, I guess.]]

<img src="img/happy.png" class="baseimage">\ "Yeah, I find it too." "Doesn't bother you?" "No. Not at all. Most of the time I forget that the painting exists, throughout the week. But when I look at her, I kinda feel relaxed. It's a copy of a old painting of Ary Scheffer. "Really?" "Yes, and that's why I bought it. The painter sells mostly colorful boats, flowers, and animals on the beach sidewalk, the one close to Tom's Pizza. But this one was the ordering of an old man, who loved the result but couldn't keep the painting and returned it after a couple of weeks, not looking for his money back. I fell in love with this woman right away, and was going to buy it anyway, the price was cheap, but I forced the man to tell me why the previous owner didn't want the canvas: it was simply too terrifying." "But he asked for it, didn't he? That's why he didn't ask for his money back." "Yeah, but that's common. This regret." [[You're cool, Vanessa.]] [[You have regrets?->Regrets.]]

<img src="img/happy.png" class="baseimage">\ "Well, you don't have to find it pretty." "The painter didn't have the intention to make it, I guess." "Yeah, one of the reasons I bought it." "Do you regret it?" "Of course not." "Why of course?" "I wouldn't hang my regret on a wall, &name." "Well, that's true. But you have some? "Some what?" "[[Regrets.]]"

<img src="img/happy.png" class="baseimage">\ You two keep chatting until the pizza arrives in less than 20 minutes. She draws a knife of exaggerated size from the knife block but doesn't seem bothered by it, slicing the food with ease in four simple moves. After the diiner, on occasion, you have perceived from the corner of your sight that Vanessa sometimes payed attention to your reactions of the episode. "So?" She says, looking at you. "I like it. I mean, it's kinda brutal." "What, exactly?" "Everything. I mean, it is all so beautiful and clean, but brutal all the same." "And you feel that this all happened." "Exactly." "The women in the office don't look like workers, but tools. Attractive tools, you know? at disposal. There are still so many places exactly like this." [["Yeah, totally."]]

<img src="img/neutral2.png" class="baseimage">\ "And you, $name?" "Me?" "You liked your home?" "Kinda, yeah." "No, stop. I'm revealing all the problems I left home, you should do it too." "What do you want to know?" "Something from your past. You kinda owe me after I revealed that I was almost trampled by a cow." You laugh. "Yeah, you're right." [[Tell the truth]] [[Tell a lie]]

<img src="img/serious.png" class="baseimage">\ "Yeah, it was a nightmare. All the exams were postponed and everyone, everywhere, looked so spooked last semester. But they caught it, right? the guy." "It's always a guy, isn't it? Some creep. Guess I don't even know a case of a psycho-killer woman. But anyway, I don't know." "Don't know what?" "If they caught the guy. Guess he escaped. Playing low for now." "I heard he has a specific type of victim." "Yeah?" "They were all men, and most of them had passages in the police. Rape, sexual assault, harassment." "That's weird." "Yeah." [[I hope he gets caught soon.]] [[Well, at least he's not killing innocents.]]

<img src="img/serious.png" class="baseimage">\ "Yeah, me too." "Wanna watch another episode?" "I can't, actually. I have a pile of papers to read before Monday and I can't accumulate them." "Oh, ok." She gets up and you follow her towards the door. "Anyway, tonight was amazing." You say. "I find it, too." "And your place is cool. See you on the campus?" [["Yes." ->You Said Something Wrong]]

<img src="img/neutral2.png" class="baseimage">\ "What do you mean?" "Well, these men are sure to have enemies, right? They can't get away with everything, not entirely. People gossip, even when the police don't know about it, and this killer knew what they have done." "You're saying that these killings are justified?" "No, is not justice. He's taking revenge. On bad people that shouldn't be out there unpunished." "Yeah. But I don't think he's doing something good, $name." "But is not entirely bad, either." She smiles at you. "Yeah, I guess so. What do you want to do now?" [[Wanna watch the second episode?->Second Episode]] [[Guess I want to kiss you.]]

<img src="img/blush.png" class="baseimage">\ You kiss her. She only moves again when you do it again, this time kissing her neck — then she starts to smell you and hold you with a delicate grip. Minutes later you both return to watch another episode. Minutes after, Vanessa guides you to her room, and for the next hour, you completely forgot the reason why you came to her house. You slept on her bed. Vanessa is on your right, naked beneath the sheets, and the clock on your bedside table tells that you're waking in the middle of the night, at 3 a.m. What do you do? [[You snuggle in her body.->Falling in love?]] [[You leave the bed and try to investigate the house.]]

An shelf full of medical literature doesn't give a clue about the murders, nor did the papers on the desk. Every drawer is unlocked, empty, or full of unimportant information. You carefully search for a false buttom, or any hidden compartment, without making too much noise. For a moment, you doubt her involvement in the murders. If she's killing, she must be hiding something here. Maybe you missed the person, maybe you just want to go back to her bed. The night was good. All of it. You didn't quite expect that, but you're wishing her innocence. But then you realize that this studio doesn't have a bathroom. Weird, because this studio has the same size as the bedroom — a room that was designed to be another dormitory,. You investigate the [[walls.]]

Minutes of fumbling under the cellphone light are enough for you to feel a vertical crack line. You search for a way to insert a finger to pull a door, finding a tiny hole on the floor. You pull it, revealing a dark room. Your cellphone illuminates dozens of papers and photos pinned on the walls. There is no faucet, mirror, or toilet, but a chair. You see a [[light buttom.]]

You close the door of Vanessa's room and dash to the pitch-black living room, the adrenaline swimming through your veins. You don't worry about your lack of clothes, not enough for the cold breeze of the night, but for the probability that Vanessa has a gun in your room. You turn on the lantern of your cellphone. To where do you run? [[Door.]] [[Closed Window.]]

<img src="img/sad.png" class="baseimage">\ "You saw it." She whispers. "Vanessa, I" "It's me, $name. Not a man. Me." "But why?" "You already answered. They don't deserve to live." "But why are you burying their hearts in a forest, Vanessa?" "Because it's not only for vengeance. I can show you." She walks towards you. "What did you come to my house, $name? Did you want to kiss me, sleep with me? or it was just your job? Since the moment that you were flirting with me, in the cafeteria, was it just you doing your job as an undercover cop?" "No." "Because to me, it was very real. At first, I thought I didn't need any of this. You." You meet her in the dark, in the middle of the room. You reach her hand, but she's shivering. "Do you want to leave?" She whispers. "No" You kiss her. She's still asleep when you wake up the next morning. As you watch, you start to believe that you don't u want to do your job anymore. [[The end.->Thank you for playing]]

<img src="img/sad.png" class="baseimage">\ "You saw it." She whispers. "Vanessa, I" "Thought I was been careful" She seems sad. "Why you're killing all these people?" "You wouldn't understand." "Try it." "They were bad men, $name. Violent men who thought could get away with any violence." [[You still can't do this.]] [[And why the fuck you're doing all this witchcraft shit of burying hearts in the woods, Vanessa?]]

You rush to the door and discover that she locked it. When did it Happen? You don't remember. You try to force it, making a lot of noise in vain. You turn around. She's in the corridor, only in underwear, carrying something on one of her hands. You don't quite see what it is, but you bet it's a knife. What do you do? [[Try the closed window.]] [[Try to fight her.]]

The window is locked only by a latch on the inside. You unlock it and slide your escape route and face the cold breeze of Friday night. You look back to see if she's chasing you, but you only see darkness. Despite wearing only underwear, you escape Vanessa's house with enough proof of her involvement in the killings. [[The end.->Thank you for playing]]

<img src="img/angry.png" class="baseimage">\ You run to the window and see that it's locked only by a latch on the inside. You could easily unlock it, but she's faster: something sharp slashes your back. You scream, the pain almost blacking you out. You feel something out of place next to your shoulders, and blood begins to smear your skin. You turn around and see Vanessa lifting a silver surgical saw, and then aiming it to your head. You try to block it with your arms, and blood splatters in your body. She's dripping in your blood too. [[You're dead->Thank you for playing]].

<img src="img/sad.png" class="baseimage">\ She's walking fast toward you, the street lamps illuminating a silver saw in her hand. You run to the kitchen, looking for a knife or other weapon, but she jumps up the balcony without hesitation, knocking on plates, beer bottles, and the empty pizza package. She descends and misses the first swing, but now you're cornered to the wall. "This could it be more than one fuck, $name." "Give it up, Vanessa. They already suspect." "I can always rebuild. But remember this: We could be in bed right now." She tries to cut you once again, but you don't try to dodge, but reach with both hands her arm that's swinging that saw. But as she underestimated you, you underestimated the edge of the blade, that barely touches your shoulder, but opens a vicious wound close to your heart. You Scream, she screams. You push her to the refrigerator door, she opens a cut on your forearm, and the weapon drops. Your blood is all over her skin, your skin. You fall. She kicks you. You hold her lower leg. She falls. She tries to kick you with the other leg but everything ends when it's your hand that grabs the bloodied saw on the floor. You kill her. The adrenaline doesn't let you faint. You get up and mess with blood on the walls looking for support, as you walk slowly back to her room, where your cellphone is at. Smearing your cellphone, you call for help. [[The end.->Thank you for playing]]

<img src="img/happy.png" class="baseimage">\ "Yeah? Why?" You laugh a little. "I guess this is something tacky to say on a date but is true: You're not like most girls." "Elaborate." "People like to be funny, either at pleasing others or being weird, but you like to be you." "You're saying that I'm not funny? "You are, but that's not important to you. You prefer to be like, I don't know, scary? Fierce." "And you like it?" "I [[like]] it a lot."

<img src="img/neutral.png" class="baseimage">\ She smiles and asks if you want to watch a horror movie since there's a lot of good stuff that she missed in the theaters. "Yeah, sure." She picks The Witch and grabs two beers. She offers one and you accept. She's mesmerized by it, as you found the film horrifying — the genre was never much your thing, but Vanessa stops the movie only to grab more beers, if you want it more, of course. She doesn't like to drink alone. You accept. The movie ends. Wanna watch another?" She says it smiling with her eyes, her cheeks a little red. You think she's drunk. [[Yeah, sure. You have more beer?]] [[I don't know if I can take that much horror movies in a row.]]

<img src="img/neutral.png" class="baseimage">\ She gets up quickly and fills the kitchen fridge with two six-packs she had in the pantry. "We can watch The Lighthouse or It. Have you seen any of them?" "I didn't, but I prefer The Lighthouse. I don't like clowns." "Why?" "They're creepy." "Do you have Coulrophobia, $name?" She sits on the couch, closer to you than she was before. "What's this?" "Fear of clowns. Deep and unreasonable." "It's not like this. I would punch one of them. Why would I fear it?" "I don't know, I'm not trying to diagnose you. I prefer enjoying a really [[good horror night]] with you."

<img src="img/sad2.png" class="baseimage">\ "Oh, really? In that case, I guess I'll sleep early, then." "Are you sure? We could spend some more time chatting." "I have a pile of papers to read before Monday and I can't accumulate them, anyway." [["Okay"->You Said Something Wrong]]

<img src="img/blush.png" class="baseimage">\ During the film, each of you drinks four more beers. You're just a bit tipsy, but enough to be easier for you to hold the hand that Vanessa put on your thigh, as she slowly gets drunk, melting on the couch, and you, on your left. You kiss her, your lips touching the half of hers. She moves only when you do it again, this time kissing her neck — then she starts to smell you and hold you with a delicate grip. Vanessa guides you to her room, and for the next hour, you completely forgot the reason why you came to her house. You slept on her bed. Vanessa is on your right, naked beneath the sheets, and the clock on your bedside table tells that you're waking in the middle of the night, at 3 a.m. What do you do? [[Hold her tight and try to sleep again.->Falling in love?]] [[Investigate the house.]]

Getting out, you try the opposite door of the corridor, seeing a dim light that comes from a table lamp, as you're entering Vanessa's studio. You see a shelf full of books, comics, and action figures, a table full of papers, a desktop, and a wall pinned with study notes. You begin to look for something [[suspicious]]

The shelf full of medical literature doesn't give a clue about the murders, nor did the papers on the desk. Every drawer is unlocked, empty, or full of unimportant information. You carefully search for a false bottom, or any hidden compartment, without making too much noise. Beneath the light of the table lamp, the world around is dead silent. For a moment, you doubt her involvement in the murders. If she's killing, she must be hiding something here. Maybe you missed the person, maybe you just want to go back to her bed. The night was good. All of it. You didn't quite expect that, but you're wishing her innocence. But then you realize that this studio doesn't have a bathroom. Weird, because this studio has the same size as the bedroom — a room that was designed to be another dormitory, and is being used now as an office. You pay [[close attention]] to the wall.

You leave everything the way it was before your search, and when you get back to her you see that she's sleeping heavily, thanks to the amount of beer she took, maybe. Hangover awaits her, but you don't worry about that. You did your job. If you want to try another run, click [[here.->Intro]]

You sleep in her house. You wake up with the smell of coffee and eggs coming from the kitchen. You smile, but before you get up and dress in some clothes. you remember the reason why you came and wonder if you [[missed->Thank you for playing]] your chance to find out if she's guilty or not.

<img src="img/sad2.png" class="baseimage">\ "I do. We all do. It's a common thing to have. Don't you have one?" [[I don't have, actually.]] [[Yeah, it's a tricky thing to have.]]

<img src="img/neutral2.png" class="baseimage">\ "It's that old show, right? Isn't it bad?" "I love it when I was younger. You like horror movies, right? It's a very creepy show. We can try just the [[first episode->X-files Pilot]]." "Okay."

<img src="img/serious.png" class="baseimage">\ "You never did a bad thing, $name?" "Rarely." "You must be such a good person." "I do my best." She smiles. "There's a rerun of Friends airing right now, wanna watch while we wait for a pizza? Tom's. I have discounts." [[Sure.]]

<img src="img/neutral.png" class="baseimage">\ "Uuuh, yeah. Do you care to tell me about one of yours? "Yea, but you have to tell me one of yours first." "Hell, no, I asked first." "Well, so pay close attention. I'm going to tell you about the one day that I tried the hotdogs from the Campus cafeteria." "No, I don't want to hear this, I want a real one." "You don't understand, Vanessa, my belly hurts every time I see a hotdog." "Well, is your call. I could tell a serious regret of mine if you were to do the same." [[Reveal a serious regret.]] [[Reveal a silly one.]]

<img src="img/serious.png" class="baseimage">\ After one episode the pizza arrives. Your half is pepperoni, her's is full of extra pineapple. After three more episodes, she explains to you that she needs to read some papers before sleep because she can't accumulate them for Monday. She says that the night was good, and you two can meet in the cafeteria next week. She leads you to the [[door->You Said Something Wrong]].

<img src="img/angry.png" class="baseimage">\ "I didn't remember you're being this bit arrogant, $name." "I'm not arrogant. I was just being funny." "Were you being funny when you said you wanted to watch something with me?" [[Jesus, it was just a joke.]] [[No, I wasn't. Look, it was just a joke about the fact that we're on a date, Vanessa. I'm sorry.]]

<img src="img/serious.png" class="baseimage">\ "Well, in this case, let's watch the show you mentioned. You like it, right?" "I love it." "Then promise me that you will understand if I found it bad." "Okay, but you won't. [[I know it->X-files Pilot]]."

<img src="img/angry.png" class="baseimage">\ "I guess I'm not in the mood for comedy, then." "Vanessa, I'm "Anyway, I have a lot of papers to read until Monday and I can't accumulate. Can we do this later?" "I didn't mean to be rude or anything." "[[I know->You Said Something Wrong]]."

<img src="img/angry.png" class="baseimage">\ "No, it's okay. I'm not used to dates, anyway." She says. "It's not you, I was dumb. Can we start over?" "Okay. But you're paying for the pizza." You laugh and [[agree->"Yeah, totally."]].

<img src="img/happy.png">\ "Yeah? You're nervous?" [[I didn't have any plan to succeed when I hit on you in that cafeteria, I thought it wouldn't work.]] [[It's been a long time, that's all.]]

<img src="img/neutral.png" class="baseimage">\ "Oh, really? You were cute asking if the iced coffee that I was holding was good." "Why cute?" "Because everybody in the Uni knows that the canteen's coffee is horrible. You were trying to start a conversation." "Well, it worked." "Yes, and now you have a plan, right?" [[I do, actually.]] [[Of course not, I'll just let things happen to me.]]

<img src="img/neutral2.png" class="baseimage">\ "On being on a date?" She asks. "Yes, I'm not used to." "I feel the same. I'm always so busy with classes. It was lucky that we later meet near the lake, I'm not used to being there." "Really? it's a good place to read." "I guess, but I prefer the walls and chairs of the library." [[Then what were you doing there?]] [[I have a favorite tree near that lake. People don't use it too much, but it's the most beautiful place on the campus.]]

<img src="img/neutral2.png" class="baseimage">\ "And what is it?" If you don't know it, i'll introduce X-files to you. If you do, we can spend the night talking about it. [[It's one of my favourite shows.]]->[[Have you heard of X-Files?]]

<img src="img/neutral2.png" class="baseimage">\ "That's really bold of you." "And generous, you get to decide what we're going to watch." "That's so benevolent of you, &name! I can't miss this chance." [["Yeah, it's a one time deal."]]->[[So what do you want to do?]]

<img src="img/sad.png" class="baseimage">\ "I don't know. Organizing my thoughts, I guess." "Something's wrong?" "Not exactly." "But something is bothering you." "You know that feeling when everything is fine, but something's off? Like things are not enough?" "What do you mean?" "I wake up every day by the clock and do everything I have to do. Everything. I do it because I want to and I'm a very organized person. I couldn't do it for a very long time, and that's why this is a big deal for me. Classes, readings, gym, eating, TV shows. Everything is in the right place, but I'm still lacking something. Makes me angry, actually. Scream. There's this invisible puzzle piece, for an invisible place in my life, that makes me angry" "You live your life how you are supposed to and then thinks 'is that it? this is everything?'" "Exactly, $name." [[You're cool, Vanessa.]]

<img src="img/neutral2.png" class="baseimage">\ "Really? And who did show it to you?" "I found it myself. I'm a very observant person, you know? Nothing hides from me." "Nothing? Even thoughts?" "Yeah" "So what I'm hiding from you right now?" [[You really wanna introduce your favorite show to me. Hope it's not Hot I Met Your Mother.]] [[You wanna make out with me.]]

<img src="img/happy.png" class="baseimage">\ "Oh, but that was too easy. I thought you were some kind of mentalist or something." "Maybe I am, and I'm just gathering enough information so I can reveal myself later." "Well, and what are your thoughts on the information that my favorite show is Madmen?" "The one about advertising? Drama and such." "Yes." "And it's not boring?" "That you will tell me after we watch the first episode. If you have the courage, of course." [["I will never have this courage."]]->[[Watching Madmen]]

<img src="img/angry.png" class="baseimage">\ "Oh my god, you're so cocky, $name." "It's the truth, I can see it." "You're just being arrogant." [[Jesus, it was just a joke.]]

<img src="img/sad.png" class="baseimage">\ I never met my biological parents. I have a few memories from my time in the orphanage, and the couple who adopted me didn't really need another son in their house, but they surely needed more workers on the farm and the monthly payment the state provided for keeping me fed, and alive. But the work wasn't entirely bad. I had time to attend school, and study. I had to. If I couldn't get high grades, the payment would stop. "Oh. I'm sorry, $name." "No, it's ok. Wasn't all bad. It was like, I don't know, just a not-good childhood. At that time I had friends with a life way, way worse than mine, living some kind of slavery. My parents were old. They didn't have the energy to be much awful. "Do you still... talk to them? "Yeah, I do. Sometimes they call." "Thank you for telling me this. Must have been hard." "It wasn't really. I don't make a big deal about it." "But I guess you don't talk about this often." "Yeah. I feel very comfortable around you." "You do? Why?" [[I don't know, but you're a cool person.->You're cool, Vanessa.]]

<img src="img/upset.png" class="baseimage">\ "I guess my life was the opposite of yours. I never left the big city. I lived in an ok apartment, in a nice neighborhood, but the urge to live was always there with me, you know? I have a good family, and I do want to visit them once in a while, but it took some time for me to realize that I was not being ungrateful for wishing for something else." "What did your family wanted it you to be?" She asks. "A lawyer. My father and my cousins all work in the same firm." "It was rough? back them." "Yeah, it was." "Did it still make you sad? To let them down." [[What? No. It's been a long time. I don't think about it anymore.]] [[From time to time. I have only one mother and only one father. It's inevitable to wonder what things would be if I had chosen their opinions.]]

<img src="img/serious.png" class="baseimage">\ "I see." She says. "And you?" "Yeah, sometimes. It's inevitable for me." "Do you want to watch the second episode?" "I don't think I have the time. I have a lot of papers to read until Monday. We can continue this later if you want." [[Sure.->You Said Something Wrong]]]]

<img src="img/serious.png" class="baseimage">\ "Yeah, right?" She says. "Sometimes I think I'll never overcome this." "But we will." "How can you be so sure?" "One day you'll realize, maybe after breakfast or during the shower, that you had spent an entire month without regretting your life choices." "You're promising me this?" "You know what? I guess I am. That's right. Because forever is a fuck it up of a long time, Vanessa." She laughs. [[You try to kiss her->Yeah]] [[Wanna watch the second episode?->Second Episode]]

<img src="img/neutral.png" class="baseimage">\ "Yeah, sure, I'll make some popcorn." She returns, plays the episode, and sits closer than the other time. She puts the popcorn bowl in the middle and every time your hand ends up touching hers while trying to reach the popcorn, you wonder if you should try to kiss her. But you can't right now, because she seems too focused on the show, and when it ends she stretches her arms and says that she needs to sleep. "What? but it's still so early." "You're right, but I have a lot of papers to read until Monday and I want to wake up early to begin them." "Oh, ok. See you later them?" "Sure, let's have lunch on Monday. We won't have much time to chat, but it's a date." You get up, and she walks you to the [[exit.->You Said Something Wrong]]

<img src="img/sad.png" class="baseimage">\ "Okay, fine. There's something that's bothering me lately." "What?" "I left a lot of friends behind after getting into college." "Do you regret college?" "No, not at all, I like it here. But I have a lot of people back in my town that needs my support. I was a friend that they could rely on. On my last day, they made a farewell party in a bawling place and it was so beautiful but so sad. I started to cry. They were trying not to be sad in front of me, but I knew better. When I get home I couldn't sleep. I was feeling very sad, and I guess that sadness became some kind of regret, knowing that your friends need you, but you can't miss the opportunity to leave your fuck up [[hometown.]]

<img src="img/neutral.png" class="baseimage">\ "Well, I regret bad food, Vanessa. A good breakfast or the promise of a good dinner saves me every time. I'm dramatic when a drink bad coffee." "You can't help it." "Yes, because I don't have the money to try another thing when the first bite tastes bad, you know? I can't miss." "So when you ate the cafeteria's hotdog you had the worst time of your life?" "Yeah, I was really sad." "But you like Tom's Pizza." "It's perfect. Not only is good but cheap, can you believe that? The more I live the less I find places like that." "Maybe this is a sign of the end of days." "I do not doubt that. You're calling them? My half will be pepperoni." "Sure." "And what's your regret?" "Bad show or movie. It's a waste of time." "Oh. And what we're going to watch?" "I don't know, you have something in mind? maybe we can watch a movie from my list." [[Watch something from her watch list.]] [[Convince her to watch something you like.]]

<img src="img/neutral2.png" class="baseimage">\ "Yeah, let's see this list." "You like horror movies?" "Yeah, [[sure->Regular movie night]]."

<img src="img/serious.png" class="baseimage">\ "Have you ever watched X-Files?" "No, but I heard of it. It's old, right? About aliens. "Yes. A lot of investigation, horror, that stuff." "It's good? I usually don't like stories about abductions." "You get scared?" "No. Actually, I love horror movies, but aliens are silly." "How so?" "Don't you think the same? I like when aliens are monsters, but funny little men piloting flying saucers are just stupid." "Well, yeah, it kinda is, but X-Files is my favorite show. Let's watch the pilot, I think you'll like it." "Ok, let's [[try.]]"

<img src="img/sad.png" class="baseimage">\ "What kind of help do they need?" "They have trouble with family, mostly." "And you feel responsible for them." "Yes, in a way, but it's your turn now." "Well, I don't regret a thing that much, $name, and I don't care about the people I left behind, that's for sure. But I made a lot of promises when I was young, and I guess promises are the opposite side of the coin of regret, because they look like some kind of debt, too, right? "Yes. But one less painful, I guess. What did you promise? "Revenge." "What?" "Not to who, but for who. A girl that lived close to my home died of cancer. It was fast, and I never met her. I have this memory of her running the fields and chasing her dogs, while I watch her through the window. It was very cold, but she didn't seem [[bothered.]]

<img src="img/sad.png" class="baseimage">\ When she died, her father started the process to move away. I never talked to him too. My Father and he were friends. Every day a truck would come and get the furniture, and the father started a garage sale of everything that he didn't want anymore. Most things were things from her daughter, and that girl that chased her dogs was very spoiled. My father bought me her pink cabinet on the last day, and I spend a lot of time watching the details in the wood, cleaning everything with different tissues. I was terrified and amazed at the same time that it belonged to a girl that was not of this world anymore. I guess this was my first contact with the truth that everything dies, but what touched me ever since was that I found a [[diary]] hidden in the drawers.

<img src="img/sad.png" class="baseimage">\ She was a very sad person, $name. Her father would never let anyone read those pages because he hit her a lot, I read passages that suggested that he looked at her in awful ways, too. The cancer part was all true, anyway, and I showed the diary to my father when it was too late, the man had already moved away, leaving nothing [[behind.]]

<img src="img/serious.png" class="baseimage">\ "I'm sorry to hear it, Vanessa." "It's ok, and I feel fortunate of founding that diary because it changed me forever, and I promised myself to avenge her." "Did you... do something to the father?" "No, $name, haha, I never saw that guy again. I'm talking about not letting a woman live the same life as that girl. She was full of life, but she needed help to face her father." "You're planning some kind of organization?" "Yeah, kinda, but not only. I'm working on it. I have to finish my major first, right?" "Yeah, you're still young." "Exatcly. Anyway, I'll grab some beer." She opens the fridge and gets a beer for both of you and sits on the couch, inviting you to do the same." "I have a list of horror movies to watch. I never have time to do it, but we can watch some. You can choose from it." You imagine that this plan of her could have something to do with the killings, if she really is the murderer, but for now you're too cautious to ask more of it. [[Sure.->good horror night]]

She closes the door behind you, and you slowly walk back to your dorm room, wondering how much you mess it up, as the city around vibrates with people, while Friday night rages. [[The end.->Thank you for playing]]

<img src="img/neutral.png" class="baseimage">\ She offers you a beer. She open's them in front of you, so you drink without worries. She switches off the lights and turns on the tv. You two sit on the couch. You're paying attention not only to the screen but her reactions by your side. You slowly start to move toward her on the couch, and she doesn't seem bothered by it. What do you do? [[Try to kiss her.]] [[Do nothing.-> After the horror movie]]

<img src="img/neutral.png" class="baseimage">\ She offers you a beer. She open's them in front of you, so you drink with no worries. She switches off the lights and turns on the tv. You two sit on the couch. You're paying attention not only to the screen but her reactions by your side. You slowly start to move toward her on the couch, and she doesn't seem bothered by it. What do you do? [[Try to kiss her.]] [[Do nothing.->X-files timeline]]

<img src="img/happy.png" class="baseimage">\ You turn your face to hers and move slowly toward the perfume on her neck. You breathe it and kiss her right below her ear. "No, $name, I wanna watch this." She says when you try do it again. When it ends, Vanessa gets up and turns on the lights. "It was good," She says. "What?" You ask. "Thought I wouldn't like the couple at first, but they're bittersweet. I know why so people like them now." "Oh, yes. They're perfect. Wanna watch another?" "I can't, I have a lot of papers to read before Monday. We can watch something more later." "Yeah, sure." You get up, and she guides you to the door. "See you in the cafeteria?" You say. "Sure, tonight was [[good->You Said Something Wrong]]."

<img src="img/serious.png" class="baseimage">\ The movie ends. You liked the ending very much, but she didn't. "Why?" you ask. "I don't like bad endings." "But it's a common thing to happen." "I know, but I prefer something more cathartic." "I agree, but it's good too when everyone just dies in the end and that's it. Evil wins." "Don't you think it's lazy?" "No, I think it's [[brave->"Yeah, totally."]], usually."

<img src="img/blush.png" class="baseimage">\ The episode ends. She goes to the kitchen and brings back more beers. "I like them." [["Who?" ->About Scully and Fox]]

<img src="img/angry.png" class="baseimage">\ "So you're the one that's going to stop me?" "You're crazy. How do you think this is gonna end for you?" "Answer my question, &name." She says while slowly pulling from the sheets what seems like a silver saw, the kind used on surgeries. "You're the one that's going to stop me?" What do you do? [[Fight her.]] [[Run.]]

<img src="img/angry.png" class="baseimage">\ You run at her, trying to figure out a way to disarm her before she slices you. She gets up and swings the saw. She misses and you grab her arm. She screams. You push her to the wall, and she bites your shoulder. You scream. You try to push her, she tries to free her hand that holds the saw. In that brawl, you throw her into the bed, and her weapon flies to the other side of the room. [[You pick the silver saw.]] [[You immbolize her.]]

<img src="img/sad.png" class="baseimage">\ You run from it but she doesn't follow you. When you pick up the saw and turn to face her, you see Vanessa pulling a hammer from beneath the bed. "I really thought you cute, $name." "Drop your weapon, Vanessa." "No, I want to kill you." "It doesn't matter if you do, it's over for you. They already suspect you, they expect me to report tomorrow morning." "I don't care if I have to run one more time. You broke my heart, $name, at our very first date, I can't let you live." "That's only you being too emotional, it was just a date." "No. I'm never emotional, but I thought this time was special." She runs at you and tries to slam your head with the hammer. You dodge and shove the saw into her neck, the blade stopping when you feel the steel hitting the bone. She loses strength fast and falls, but you don't want to lose your grip, you know that a river of blood would explode in the room if you remove the saw from her [[now-dead body]].

<img src="img/angry.png" class="baseimage">\ You move and try to grab her legs, but she doesn't kick you. Instead, she runs to the other side of the bed and falls there. You think she's running, even trying to move below the bed, but when you jump the bed and try to see better what she's doing, you see that she's trying to reach something on the floor, beneath the mattress. You kick her in the chest, really hard, and she screams but doesn't move away from you. Instead, she pulls a hammer from where she was reaching and hit your face. [[You black out.->Thank you for playing]]

<img src="img/happy.png" class="baseimage">\ Thank you for playing! Click [[here->Intro]] if you want to try again.

You call your boss and tell her what happened. You're trembling, but when you hear the sirens coming down the street, the shock slowly turns resolution — [[you had no choice.->Thank you for playing]]