[voice filter again//as Twenty Faces//in the wee hours of the morning]
Greetings fellow captives. For those of you who haven't met me, I am Twenty Faces. I am a thief, responsible for heists at the Department Store, Hardware Store, and the entirety of the mayor's statue.
Ahhh, Mayfield. First you attempt to take away our memories, then you attempt to make us confess them. Each time I have evaded you. The solutions to both were fairly simple.
I'm concerned for you, authorities of Mayfield. I think you might be running out of ideas. It's as if you're not even putting any effort into them any more.
Perhaps you will pay more attention if I and my comrades steal something truly worth it. Oh but which? The mayor's office? The police station? So many secrets must hide in those places.
Which do you think, captives of Mayfield? If you know of a place needing a little of the justice of the second oldest profession, do tell me.
Ahhh, Mayfield. First you attempt to take away our memories, then you attempt to make us confess them. Each time I have evaded you. The solutions to both were fairly simple.
I'm concerned for you, authorities of Mayfield. I think you might be running out of ideas. It's as if you're not even putting any effort into them any more.
Perhaps you will pay more attention if I and my comrades steal something truly worth it. Oh but which? The mayor's office? The police station? So many secrets must hide in those places.
Which do you think, captives of Mayfield? If you know of a place needing a little of the justice of the second oldest profession, do tell me.