If there was anything about myself that I didn’t like, it was primarily psychological. Guilt was a big one. The idea that my dad might dislike me if he got to know me, now? That was another. That my mom, were she alive and showing up at the door, might be disappointed in me? Sobering.
Oof, ow, ouch…
Who let Wildbow coat his words in bone hurting juice?
As he’d done with his own underground base, Coil had set my lair up with a discreet entrance and exit.
Makes sense. Never know when enemies might be blocking off the front door.
Leaving through the front door would be conspicuous, if I started working with anyone beyond my teammates.
That too. As I mentioned, surveilling the building for a while would quickly reveal that Taylor worked for Coil if she’d kept using the same door as the more obvious of Coil’s folk.
Skinny teenage girl with black curly hair entering and leaving the same building that the skinny teenage villain with black curly hair was operating out of? No.
That too.
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