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"Koyemshi?! Koyemshi, I know you can hear me! Where are you?!" Conan shouted, walking through the hallways of the Mansion in this uniform. Certainly not the usual Conan garb.
"Damn, what's going on?" Conan muttered. "I heard the voice...why did he teleport me out?" He looked nervous, fidgeting almost constantly.
"Maybe...maybe there's a loophole? Maybe it's whoever designed the game? If that's it...this...this might not be so bad...no, don't go down that road. It might be some sort of trap or trick. You can't afford it," Conan told himself, shaking his head.
"Damn it, Koyemshi! Where are you?!"
"Damn, what's going on?" Conan muttered. "I heard the voice...why did he teleport me out?" He looked nervous, fidgeting almost constantly.
"Maybe...maybe there's a loophole? Maybe it's whoever designed the game? If that's it...this...this might not be so bad...no, don't go down that road. It might be some sort of trap or trick. You can't afford it," Conan told himself, shaking his head.
"Damn it, Koyemshi! Where are you?!"