[Otto's in the kitchen, making some coffee, when the knocking comes. It sounds like metal-on-wood. When he turns, the message is scratching itself out on the wall, sharp and angular as if they're being carved by a monstrous claw.]
They only trust you because you have lied to them. What are a few more murders for someone like you?
[He pales, and looks around quickly to see if anyone else has seen.]
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They only trust you because you have lied to them. What are a few more murders for someone like you?
[He pales, and looks around quickly to see if anyone else has seen.]